Bad dreams and good dreams and nightmares, a part of life for just about everyone. I remember sleepwalking just one Time in my life - - we were home on Navy leave, it was when we arrived home from Japan and were staying upstairs in The Old Place, that my parents had moved into while we were away those three years. It was before there was any air conditioning there, especially the upstairs bedrooms, and before the upstairs porch was screened in. In my sleep I had walked out on the upstairs porch and was standing at the rail, east side on Calhoun Avenue, looking down at the ground. In my dream we were on a river steamboat that had just run aground, and I was contemplating whether to jump ashore, when I woke up.

In those days, those summer nights, all the windows were open, screened of course, and fans on to encourage the movement of air, but it could be miserably hot on summer nights; and there were always Vietnamese shrimpers out on the Bay all night long, with loud one-cylinder engines that made a very loud, unceasing pop-pop-pop-pop-pop throughout my sleep and dreams.

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There's another article here that I'm going to read this morning, in Reader's Digest, "Daylight Saving Time & Your Health." The twice-yearly "Time Change" happens again day after tomorrow, Sunday, 3 November, son Joe's birthday (he'll be 64), igniting several days of confusion and getting used to. Time Change should be a capital crime, nomesane?

Maybe our new President will push to eliminate Time Change.

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It's not so much nightmares as it is bad or confusing dreams that keep on keeping on no matter how many Times they wake me up, and I realize I was dreaming, and am glad I woke to stop the dream, only to go back to sleep and straightway deep into the same dream, repetitively.

Have I said that I seem to spend too much Time feeling stupid and incompetent? Yesterday stirred it again - - after some months of casual research and thought, decision and indecision, this week I read an article in Consumer Reports about internet providers, that rated Consumer Cellular tops. And I could reduce my monthly bill from $172 to $55+taxes; so I started the process. It's a nightmare for a budding nonagenarian who is not as electronics-savvy as I was sixty years ago. The sim kits came by mail. I read the instructions and decided to wait until Kristen could be here to do it for us. But yesterday I had an email from Consumer Cellular noting that I'd not activated yet and that they would be phoning me to ask if there was a problem, so I decided to go ahead. I tried it online -> fail fail fail no way, Jose, you have to use Google Chrome and I don't. So I phoned. The first phone call I was told what info I had to have, so I hung up and found all that stuff, called back. More opening phones to get long strings of numbers, but it was going fine until I couldn't get the new SIM card into the phone, and broke a corner trying, which ruined the printed circuit and destroyed the card. Order new sim kit, which is on the way by mail, 3 to 5 day, during which Linda's phone line is inoperative. Oh My God. I could've avoided this Time in the darkness by ordering new phones with the changeover, but at eighty-x%$*#-nine I don't need to learn how to alphabet work a new @#$%& cellphone.

So here we are/I am, feeling like a stupid damn fool.

And that doesn't even include the nightmares about Election Day next Tuesday. It's there, but I'm studiously avoided going there, because last Time, 2020, election polls had me comfortably well assured and they turned out all wrong, off by miles. So this Time I'm simply abiding. Earth Abides. America Abides. "Noles Abide. T89&c Abides. Gators Abide. Universe Abides. Hamas Abides. Tide Rolls. Solar System Abides. Israel Abides. Milky Way Abides. And I'm having nightmares about a &%$#@ cellphone?

Maybe none of it is so important after all, nomesane?

Jiminy Jeepers.

We're having Maryland crab cakes for late dinner/early supper today, crab cakes, cheese grits with shrimp on top. Pruitt first, then Kristen coming over later for supper. I'm nearly four years of +Time over my ten-year warranty and Life is Good, still Good and Counting, I just need to keep that in mind. Maybe I'm not as dumb as I look, eh?

RSF&PTL

T89&c

top image pinched from Health Line Wellness Wire online.

bottom image, one of my favorites from my "Universe" file, to remind me of how significant we are not, in galactic terms, not to even mention universal terms.

our Milky Way Galaxy one of some 200 billion to 2 trillion galaxies in the Universe, and we ...

and I ...

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