Today, be still your hearting heart
I may have slept as much as eleven hours. It would be the most I have slept since mid-December. At one point in the night I was dreaming about an experimental musical about Wittgenstein whose rehearsals actual Wittgenstein was hopelessly critiquing, in the sense both that he didn't expect it to make much difference and that no one could hear his critiques on account of his being dead, which did nothing to stop him pointing them out. I had moved on to dreaming about Denholm Elliott when Hestia woke me to be fed.
The fundraiser for Autolycus' medical bills is less than a thousand dollars from its goal. Thank you so, so much, everyone who has even seen it.
I can't believe this month is half over.
The fundraiser for Autolycus' medical bills is less than a thousand dollars from its goal. Thank you so, so much, everyone who has even seen it.
I can't believe this month is half over.

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What was Denholm Elliott up to?
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It felt incredibly in character all round.
What was Denholm Elliott up to?
Looking more or less like this screenshot, but I'm pretty sure he was in the POW celebrity phase of his life, although also possibly a ghost. I've noticed a lot of my dreams don't really make the distinction.
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I suppose if one can be any age one was when alive, one might as well be young. Orson Welles was driving a bus once in one of my dreams— I knew he was dead, but I also remember thinking he looked pretty good (also he was telling me about some new project he was working on, but I don’t recall what it was).
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Speaking of incredibly in character.
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Now that you mention it, it's true.
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Take my money!
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Right?
(I think this dream would make an excellent story, or maybe a play.)
(I don't want to have to write it, but I would love to see it staged.)
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Thank you very much. Travel safe.
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I really enjoyed it! (I felt for Wittgenstein.)