Day of Rest

There are places I remember...
An unfolding mystery is this day. I have need for information concerning my therapy sessions, I want to write down the gist of my dreams last evening, and I wan't to rest my weary head; and back. Cool morning. Could be worse ... I could be in Everett.
The first female to coach a men's professional basketball team was fired yesterday because she did not bench a player, per the female owner's instructions. Today, the owner is in the news because of a suicide attempt. These are indeed strange days.
Got a lead on an announcing possibility. A focused follow-up is in order.
Rudi T. is making those " I gotta get out of here" noises. Perhaps his respect for Phil Jackson came to fruition.
I seek my open door.