Calling Lafcadio Hearn

It has been an interesting couple of days. I photographed and catalogued an art collection for a friend. I managed to get my weed eater running and with Tom's help put a dent in the burgeoning weed population at my ranch. I smogged the van. I went to a kosher deli in Orange County and had a corned beef and tongue sandwich and knish and Stan accidentally poured a glass of water over me. I got most of my paintings and objects packed for the Palm Springs Modernism show this weekend. I found a scratch on my new car. I bought a drop in circular polarizing filter for my good lens. I binge watched the first four episodes of Better Call Saul Season 4 on Sunday. I need to dial it back and pace myself considering the fact that it will be at least another year until I get Season 5 on Netflix. Finished the Brautigan, caught up on the New Yorkers. God I wish I had Hannah Goldfield's job... Blog on the electoral college got picked up by Crooks and Liars yesterday, un submitted, lots of hits. Had to chip ice off the van window to drive to work this morning,

And I had a strange dream last night. very fuzzy at this point but I was communicating with the stars, or some heavy astral intelligence beyond the stars in any case. And it kept giving me the same message, Lafcadio Hearn, Lafcadio Hearn, the instructions will be delivered through Lafcadio Hearn. The dream was peppered with strange seven and nine character number sets.

Now I have read Hearn in the past but it has been many years frankly. Lovely ghost stories with a Japanese twist if I remember. If he has something to say to me from beyond the grave, I will surely listen. I don't get too many somnolent directives like this. And he was an expert at communicating with the other side. Will take this one seriously.