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Truck has run amok--leaky hoses burn your noses! A hose broke--caused the stroke. Day in waiting--festinating! Fire Stones--shake your bones!

I had dreams last night but don't recall any details--I think they had some connection to the Longmire episodes that I've been watching and the SF story that I read last night. Dreams are themes and filled with schemes--or maybe beans!

As I've mentioned yesterday, I'm glad I talked myself out of going to the dance on Saturday evening--I would probably have gotten the truck hose problem en route! And at night! Thank you guardian angels for helping me decide to not make that trip.

This whole set of episodes--clutch, water pump, hose break, and such portends ill winds for the good old beast. He's 13 years old--and starting to endure the wrath on entropy. As are we all!

I've noticed that every 14 days there is rash of about 255 page views of this blog--some kind of site poke that is run by an evaluation system. It seems to be benign--just beats on the site every 14 days. I'll chase it down at some point--but after yesterday's frolic with Flash Player, I'll not chase tech for awhile--he says with a smile!