July 11, 2015

Woke early and mildly unwell, a combination of gout and too many cashews. Are those two things related? The gout, I understand now, was being personified in my dreams as a lanky farmer with red hair. He was introduced to me and I liked him, but was working hard trying to find something for him to do. That was the Gout in my dreamworld. Cannot even try to analyze.
   
A screech owl was calling from my pine tree when I hobbled into the bathroom for the pills.
   
Wonderful progress on the giant poem.