My brain has been down for three days. Crushing fatigue, etc. So unabled - yet no one outside, or below, has any idea. Speaking of ideas, I have a myriad of ideas I am eager to post about, before they fall away into Forgotten Land. But it looks like I will once again just try to sleep early again. I did this the last two nights, and was awakened both times by the girl downstairs stomping around, and etc., and instead of being able to go back to sleep, I was up all night with my brain filled with immense, intense pain, burning - it cannot be described, or compared to anything. The only doctors who understand this illness are the ones who have it. Enough of that. I was intending to post tonight, but no dice. Thank you for your comments, which I love getting to, once I am me again.
Here - I will give this post a meaning: While in the throes of bodilly woes, it occurred to me that I have never once used the word, "moreover," in writing, or in conversation. Moreover, I don't think I ever will.
Btw - I had three really great dreams, when I fell into a nap earlier this morning. Meaningful. I woke up feeling well - but, by now, I am back in the same grind.
Maybe I can post the dreams later - yet one more post to do. One of the dreams ended with everybody singing, "Gee, it's good to be back home again," by Bob Denver, who flew into a mountain. Do not confuse him with Sonny Bono, who played with the Irish band, Me3.