I have long periods of couch potato time, either reading or TV. This includes napping and making excuses for napping. But then come the days of dreaming and everything else goes away while I concentrate on writing. This time I decided to write about some of the silly, studid wishes, lies and dream. I end up taking the form kind of like a memoirs. Poems, short stories, songs, 2 or 3 very short operas and other voice oriented writing from my past at about 1946-64.