Thinking about where I’m going and how/when/if I’m going to get there. If getting there is even possible. Considering things I want and need. Reconsidering my relationships with some people and considering new relationships with recent acquaintenances. Sorting through the physical things and practical things and fun things and personal things that are drifting through my messy little life. Even some things that only exist in my imagination. At least those haven’t disappeared into Pongo’s blanket/laundry fortress of solitude, unlike the physical things that disappear or relocate all the time.

Imagination is a wonderful thing. I’ve appreciated mine a lot more since I met imagination’s evil twisted bastard relative, hallucination, while on mefloquin (aka Lariam) in Togo. Wondering what exactly the difference is between the imagination and hallucination, or are they like Jeanie, Samantha and Kirk and their respective evil counterparts; physically identical with a different orientation. The dream-nightmare analogy doesn’t seem to work, but after considering the question, wondering why there isn’t a distinct word for the category of dreams that are really good. You knew the dreams, the really good ones, those that involve skin and coconut massage oil and actions without consequences. Don’t deny you have them too. If you have a word for those, educate me in the comments section. Wondering, just wondering.

Noticing from going through my archives that I use ‘it’ too much as a crutch for not deciding on the right word. My Spanish and French teachers pointed out the same weakness to me at various appropriate times; My German instructor probably would have too if she was any good. At least I’m not doing that in this post.

I guess that does it.

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