

Science fiction, fantasy, mystery and what-not
Took a flight to the moon last night
Traveling real fast on beams of light
If you didn’t look you probably missed the sight
Don’t you know?
Slipped in by Mercury
Swept on in past the sun
Man, you wouldn’t believe the fun
Don’t you know?
Then we turned and left our galaxy
Flying like a bird on a universal breeze
Firing past time like it couldn’t be
Don’t you know?
Went on to the Universe’s edge
Stood there like it was a window ledge
Thought about jumping but fell back instead
Don’t you know?
Stayed in my room deep in dreams
Making up stories and fantastic schemes
Man, you should have been part of the scene
Don’t you know?
Remembering and reflecting upon dreams whilst I shaved, my brain sang, “Look What They’ve Done to My Song, Ma” by Melanie Safka (1970). Interesting way to start the morning.
Thursday, July 15, 1970, has arrived. Day rise began at 5:48 AM. Night fall will begin with sunset at 8:46 PM. Cooler temperatures are carrying the weather today. Just gonna be 86 degrees F tonight. Feels more like an early autumn day than summer. Air smells fresh although wildfire smoke rims the valley along the peaks and ridges. The Bootleg Fire still rages a hundred miles away, adding to its total of 330 square miles of destruction. Authorities report it’s 7% contained. Full containment isn’t expected until October.
COVID-19 numbers are rising everywhere in the U.S.. Independence Day gatherings coupled with vaccination hesitancy, complacency, people not wearing masks, and the D variant’s growing presence is bringing the virus back in a significant way. Mitigating the virus’s impact remains a stout hurdle for the world.
Musically, I shifted from Melanie to 10cc and “I’m Not In Love” (1975). This wasn’t about love for me, but the thinking, as I washed and thought about plans, “This is a phase I’m going through.” That kicked up the song’s line, “It’s just a silly phase I’m going through. And just because, I call you up, don’t get me wrong, don’t think you got it made.” That led to a chuckle and a worry about my own complacency, although this was about writing complacency. When it’s going well, I can be complacent, which then turns into a setback. Gotta keep pressing.
Stay pos, test neg, wear a mask as needed, and get the vax. Here’s the music. Cheers