hi there!  It’s me, in spite of the fact that Rocky has top billing temporary because I’m on her pad and still too lazy to switch accounts.I’m hospitalized coming down from my latest acid trip, as some of you know already.  There’s a lot to be said about the experience this time, but so far it’s been great!  Who says there’s no such thing as a free breakfast?

But we’ll come back. In the meantime below are some placeholders to remind me of what I might want to include.

Discharge today!  Woo, hoo!  Let’s roll, Rocky!

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Sunrise, Sunset

The yin and the yang of it 

What's Up, MAX?

Jason, the drunk conveyor

Just going along for the ride

Bench mates

hammernews

Everyone loves a bike(r)

Some maniacs, mini, mega, MAGA

The yin and yang of it

Data modeling

Go with the flow

While we bike, cha cha cha

How about those Joneses?

Fur Elise 

How about them taters 

While we dance

Spectrums

Waves

Lateral motion

The two Meccas

The pantheon

Hallucinations

Triggers are a thing, Caligula was a horse

Toilet paper, and all that garbage

Haiku

Strange encounters

Hummingbirds

Costa Rica

Abandon Bandon

Getting a charge out of things 

You’ve got your mania, and then you’ve got your hypomania

Look both ways

Just going along for the Ride

Nasturtiums

It’s all one big joke

That about covers it, except for whatever is still to come before I get my discharge, and what I wrote down before. I get here, and until I taper off far enough to get my Scott-normal hypomanic head back. Likely something out there is still waiting to come to mind that feels so brilliant that it must, must, must be shared, right now!  And I must say it surprised to come up with five new items on the list and one truly good idea just getting home  

it’s why the night before I set to respond to a Kelli’s post, warning her to be careful about the bicycles dropping into Italy.  Kelly!  Be careful!  Ask someone what it’s like because you’ve  never been to a place like this.  Scary as hell.  Imagine having a semi pass you right on your left shoulder, dead silent because it’s a bicyclist instead, flying past at 60 mph th not even a ciao o warn you he’s here.  And there’s a thousand foot drop off just to your right, no barrier.  Don’t look back, keep your lane, pray.

but I never finished it because two hours in  got an email from Jacquie - she and Al are up there too, just a pass or two to the south heading for Menton.  She’s calling me suggest that I price my pricy new drug overseas.  As I’ve done and cut over quickly to let her know and then cut back, but never get there.  Instead I have the poor woman in the sights of my turbulent, chaotic word fire hose for the next two hours.  

In the end neither of those unsuspecting victims ever gets word-blasted off the road and dies though, because in the meantime the iPad's battery dies before I think to save the comments..  The comments and all those exceptionally conceived, brilliant words gets lost along with them.  Nothing is preserved but whatever my memory can bring back with and recreate,

Still, the index alone  should be enough to flesh out into a post.  Or ten.  Or twenty.  Or a hundred.  It ain’t over ‘till it’s over, so we could be here awhile, folks.