Damn!! I wake up, lay there till I can lay there no longer, make coffee, check Bloard, don't want to sign in right away, but Joops posts are just too hot not to +1 em, read some, practice Donna Lee and Bachs Sonata #1 in g minor for violin, take a lovely walk where my greatest ideas percolate into my conscious mind, laugh my ass off while walkin, generally with nothing isolating me from the direct experience of living, although have been wearing sunglasses to cut down on the wrankles I'll get when I'm too old to get into the club, walk slow so anyone following me either gets bored or has to pass me so then I'm following them, (looks around making sure no one is reading this over his third person shoulder) work on some original tunes, try not to have too much of a routine so the motherfuckers can't catch one in a rut. Actually caught a runaway bus tryin to escape the mafia and the motherfucker went five minutes turned around and where it picked me up was the end of the line and so I had to sweat it out another hour wondering if Bruno would recognize me beyond my fisherman's hat, sunglasses, and lay. Looked out the window this morning (1pm) and saw within the window a vortex of golden light specks tunneling toward me, I moved left and they spiraled outward, moved right again and they spiraled toward me and it's moments like that that make me wonder.