The Lyorn's Den

This night I dreamt that I had accidentally travelled to Mars with a friendly old man, and then realised that I couldn't go back. Mars was like a run down half-deserted town surrounded by desert, and what people there were looked like humans but kind of not actually there, so they were either Martians or dreams in a dream. I learned that the friendly old man was a retired professor of spacefaring so that my chances to go back were maybe a bit above nil, but I was not sure if I wanted to go back.

Waking up I felt as if I had been in a Doctor Who episode, only that it's not the doctor who occasionally appeared as a friendly old man.

At least the heat has broken, and after breakfast and a stupid work meeting (on my day off, but it was good that I dialled in because someone had totally misunderstood a situation and was ready to make it all real complicated) I went to the pool that was half empty, no glaring sun, and I had the showers to myself afterwards.

Now I should either learn a bunch of songs for a workshop later this month, or practise the piano. I think I'll start with the songs -- the piano I can set to "silent".

A day with some sports and music is never a wasted day.

(Edited to fix copy paste error)