"Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes."

Welcome Messrs. Ouroboros and Sisyphus

I've had a lot of spare time this week. Okay, I always have a lot of spare time, but my "schedules" have seemed particularly wide and spacious this week.
Of course I've spent most of that time on my own (no self pity implied here, only fact) so inevitably I've been doing a lot of thinking, and thinking means reflection, reflection leads to nostalgia and nostalgia inevitably leads to regret.
Regret over roads not taken, and roads taken where my foot slipped onto the brake, but sadly hardly ever the accelerator.
Maybe I am going the teeniest bit mad ? (you think?)
I've actually had a couple of nightmares this week, for the first time in what seems like years. I don't hold to the theory that dreams foreshadow, but I do believe that your brain has "stuff" it needs to work out, so get on and work it out already!
It's a shame my conscious mind can't talk with that unconscious self, it's so damned creative the way it can seamlessly weave different locations, people and events together. I read recently that your brain cannot create new faces, and that everyone you come across in a dream was someone you actually met or at least glanced somewhere, sometime. Anyway I'm rambling so much I should be wearing hiking boots.
Be seeing you.

“'But I don’t want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.
'Oh, you can’t help that,' said the Cat. 'We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.'
'How do you know I’m mad?' said Alice.
'You must be,” said the Cat. 'or you wouldn’t have come here.'”