Things I meant to write about yesterday but didn’t, since I was making a dent in The Big Pile of Email™:
Two consecutive nights of dreams I actually remembered the next day. Neither of them was terribly exciting, but in one of them I was a 1970s cop show detective investigating a murder inside a really cool 1960s motor lodge. I’m not sure, but I think it may have been in Atlanta. Or Reno.
- San Francisco’s new law banning public urination and defecation. But that was too easy a target. Biggest wonders: (1) why there wasn’t already one and (2) why there was any significant debate on the issue.
- The loss of a semi-daily Jonno. We’ve both been doing variations on this theme for so damned long that I feel like we’re old friends, even though I don’t think we’ve ever even been in the same state at the same time, much less the same room.