Sleep thought/association #1 (first in a nightly series), regarding Brian coasting through his day: Gentle soul, poking his head out the door, he wrote slices of his life. Priceless and small. There in the park at 10:30, when the sprinklers went on, and Brian wrote it down. He gave directions to his house in another song. Meanwhile Dad sold the rights to all the old hits. We’ve lost that commercial edge. Mike and I argued over Redwood, he was mad. Deep and wide! Then Brian said with the voice of a bird, “my magic transistor’s been blowing my mind.” Some group was playing a musical song just before I saw a sign and turned left (it’s a bumpy one). Brian came down in his pajamas and later I read it in a book how he gave up after SMiLE. Hang on to your ego music. I wrote a number down, but I lost it so. Zzzz.