a tired Friday In L.A.

All my profound thoughts from yesterday have been erased by sleep and sleepiness- thoughts I had, dreams wacky and wild, Disneyland-like of Ruth and I. Hiding in an old lopsided house in which one side was falling off the mountain, about driving stick shift and finding it wasn’t as hard as I had remembered. SIGH I need to . OH and then expectant Lynn and men doctors and insurance and hills and eerie happy music like at Disneyland and a dog…