Empty night streets, the warm summer air and a bike. Sometimes just that is enough. Sometimes.

I dreamt I was heading up some sort of Martian insurrection. Not much detail. Just something about being scheduled for a going to orbit via conventional rocket, as the orbital elevators were either bombed our under control of pro-Earth forces.

Solstice.

For the last four days I was on a regimen of antihistamines and pseudo-ephedrine. This seems to have done the trick, as I no longer feel like Arnie in that scene from Total Recall where he removes the tracker/bug via his nostril, whenever I step outside.

Well hello allergies!