About to embark on another local food tour with J & E, if tragedy is repeated as farce, what is pastoral comedy repeated as?

P has taken to disturbing T when returning from morning walk, an affectionate dog, perhaps too affectionate.

Really feeling the need to vent my utopian impulses in some fashion, open to suggestions, dilapidated mansion suggested by Cooper seems appealing, but I want more than that, I think.

Thinking about making a Weird Weeds video, but haven't settled on a song, don't think I have a final mix of their new album yet anyway.

Am still somewhat fragmented from vivid dream experiences of last night, what the mind can conceive, can be.