Oh damn, still in this dream.

Ah well, at least my interweb's up and running.
So I contrived to leave my cell-phone at home today. I long for a perfect day: when I forget no part of my essential kit; where I don't open my big mouth at an inappropriate juncture; and where I play only the right notes in the right place.
Sometimes a 'perfect day' can be defined by what doesn't happen.
And other times, but rarely, there have been better-than-perfect days.

May your day be memorable for all the right reasons.

Twice I've tried to download something from youtube. Neither time has the video 'taken', or embedded, or whatever you call it. Now I've done this before and it's a simple process, and one so automated that even I can manage.
I always choose the impossible clips, or the ones that won't download.