I hate that middle of the night feeling of being both asleep and awake but it sometimes leads to my most ridiculous ideas which evaporate as consciousness sets back it. Friday night was a real doozy. Among other things, it produced a book idea. All The Mistakes I’ve Made In My 71 Years. Big book, hundreds of pages. Or maybe another book, a much smaller book, All My Brilliant Ideas In My 71 Years. This borders on a real project. I’m not surprised no one has ever produced such books. Seems obvious why not. All the other RIs (Ridiculous Ideas) require a lot more explanation. I’ll save them for a later post. Maybe.