Chased a handful of teenaged boys through a school yard on my dream last night. No explanation as to why, but it did happen. I also had a pretty low level of patience with a couple of employees at a Subway at some point in the same subconscious experience. To summarize the whole affair, I’ll say I didn’t sleep all that well. Not for a lack of want. Practice. It’s the whole reason these words are here. Trying to get back in the habit of regular writing for whatever reason. I guess it feels good, or at least my memory of it does. Maybe I’ll never be able to restore the olden times? Maybe it’s a fools errand? Maybe it’s not like riding a bike?