Good morning, Readers!
Nabbed this from million-wallpapers.com.
So I had a weird dream last night involving a kung fu brother of mine I haven't seen in a very long time. I don't really remember what the dream was about, exactly, but I do recall that it was odd, but it nevertheless invoked warm, happy feelings. Not surprising. He was a great bloke, and I wonder what he's up to. I also dreamt that I was part of a grid iron team, and we were practicing drills. We were supposed to tackle a member of the line running to us. I stuck out my hand to do so, I managed to clock my target in the face and give her a concussion. I had helped her into the shade to sit while we waited for the paramedics. Then my alarm woke me up.
If dreams are truly meant to teach us something, I must admit, I'm rather lost as to what I was supposed to learn last night.
Today was a day of dropping literally everything. I accidentally dropped my travel shower kit on the floor in the quiet of the morning, making a loud noise. I tripped over something else, making more noise. Forgot two very important things, so had to run up and down the stairs twice to retrieve the. I dropped my hat and gloves beneath a bus. Also I fell. Also, I'm tired. Daylight savings is the dumbest thing, though Galahad appears to be pleased to be getting pets about a hour before he usually does. I might go a little easier on myself today. I also have training tonight.
Oh, last night as I was waiting for the bus to go home after training, a gentlemen pulled out this fascinating guitar-like instrument, but it only had three strings. Some research has revealed that it was most likely a 'dulcimer guitar.' Anyway, he whipped out this instrument and began to play for a bit. It was a lovely rich, mellow sound, and even though it didn't appear to be any song in particular, it made for exceptionally pleasant listening.
So thanks, random gent, for making my commute last night a little more interesting, and much more pleasant.
I did not get any writing done yesterday, save for what I wrote for my Black Gate article due this week. So, I have a bit of catching up to do. On that note, I need to go.
Have yourselves a lovely day!
Ciao!
If dreams are truly meant to teach us something, I must admit, I'm rather lost as to what I was supposed to learn last night.
Today was a day of dropping literally everything. I accidentally dropped my travel shower kit on the floor in the quiet of the morning, making a loud noise. I tripped over something else, making more noise. Forgot two very important things, so had to run up and down the stairs twice to retrieve the. I dropped my hat and gloves beneath a bus. Also I fell. Also, I'm tired. Daylight savings is the dumbest thing, though Galahad appears to be pleased to be getting pets about a hour before he usually does. I might go a little easier on myself today. I also have training tonight.
Oh, last night as I was waiting for the bus to go home after training, a gentlemen pulled out this fascinating guitar-like instrument, but it only had three strings. Some research has revealed that it was most likely a 'dulcimer guitar.' Anyway, he whipped out this instrument and began to play for a bit. It was a lovely rich, mellow sound, and even though it didn't appear to be any song in particular, it made for exceptionally pleasant listening.
So thanks, random gent, for making my commute last night a little more interesting, and much more pleasant.
I did not get any writing done yesterday, save for what I wrote for my Black Gate article due this week. So, I have a bit of catching up to do. On that note, I need to go.
Have yourselves a lovely day!
Ciao!
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