I have stories to tell but I'm exhausted. Safely back in the hotel room at The Cheshire, just exhausted. Been a long day and haven't slept much last two nights. I've slept less in the last 84 hours than the 8 hours recommended per 24hr day. So I mean, there's that going for me atm. Ufgh....... 

I had something I need to say about contingent precogs I thought truncated and lost (and some related ones) came flooding in while driving listening to Billy Joel. Specifically during If I Only Has the Words To Tell You on repeat. They were beautiful and made me super happy and a mix of scared/tragic at the thought they could disappear once more from potential fatelines. Today was the first they were among the potential fatelines in the last 3.5 years. They'd always been there, and then they were just gone, futures it was impossible to reach. It makes my soul sing and my heart dance to have seen them, have them back again. Even if only on the terms of possible.

But I'm far far too tired to words about it just now.... Pyjamas and teeth brushed in hotel bed. Good night. Sweet dreams. Maybe stories later on the other side of sleeps. But maybe not if I forget or get too busy driving then at ROMP festival. Now I'mma snuggle into the bond and sleep and hope that the precogs that came back after several years are true and come to be. I'd like that. It would make me happier than anything else.

So. Let's choose those fatelines. They're so beautiful and they sparkle so with light and love and goodness. Let's make those contingent precogs be the reality we walk. Yes? Yes. Awesome. Good talk. I love you. 🐻‍❄️ Don't do anything stupider than I would  Bonne nuit. 😘