Wild fantasies of future adventures

I suppose I should be glad that I was not 'morphed into a giant vermin, but this morning I did awake from troubling dreams.
I don't even know what they were about, just vague fear and paranoia the kind of stuff that does 'anoia (Hah)
I have nothing to say about anything today.
My search for a couple of violinists continues, I have three leads, thanks to Katy and Cornish school of the arts.
Ummm....
Oh yeah, today I must remove the scooter's little carburetor and look for stickiness in it's fuel co-ordinating mechanisms.
Also level up the floor where the new cabinets will meet their final rest.
"Final rest", could that have anything to do with the troubling dreams?
Tomorrow we go north to a wedding on a niece-in-law.
Saturday
or Sunday, I plan to ride the 60 mile loop from home to Black Diamond
on the green river trail then hook up with the Cedar river trail back
home again.
The 60 mile figure might not be accurate, I measured the twisty, squirmy line on the map. Measuring it with the car's odometer might prove it's less of of
trip, but I'm sure it's 50 so if I can combine that loop with a trip
around the lake, It will be 100 mi and halfway to Portland.
Let me see....this weekend the old Volvo will accomplish 300,000 miles.
I will reward it with a new timing belt (not the sandwich) radiator hoses, fan belts, power steering hoses and anything else soft and deteriortable.
It has been to the moon and is on it's way back.
Remind me to get the Alfa, the FIAT, the, Bristol, and the Amphibian on the market and sold before they rot in the driveway.