Day of rest

All I hope to accomplish today is a little banjo practice, what with two playoff games that interest me, though before they start I might work a bit on the score.

Interesting morning. Woke up with a dream, or visualization, or dress rehearsal, or something, of my death. Vivid and also very peaceful. May I be so lucky. I don't second guess things like this unlike a few folks I know who spend much of their waking hours doing so. Clearly my days are numbered, which is as it should be. I don't think our culture values Death enough.

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I have several potential electronic pen pals but they don't write often enough to make the deal work. Too bad. I answer email the day I receive it.