I dreamt I was on a boat and my bike fell off, but I caught it with my foot and then couldn’t get back onto the boat.

I dreamt I found a fixie bike and took it for a spin, offered to help someone by getting something for them and then got a puncture en route meaning I couldn’t do it.

I dreamt I failed at the last minute.

My brain, predictable. Bless.

Tonight I get to see lots of people I haven’t seen in years, or indeed in some cases, ever. And they sell wheatbeer. I might let this give me a happy.

Today’s haiku of the day:

Sun shines strong on path.

Path angrily shuns the sea.

The sea is now calm.