It comes in so many ways, many ideas in dreams. Some at 3:00 a.m. I’ve had many of my best ideas in the middle of the night and should go back to having pen and paper at my side.
Some ideas get lost because I turn over and go back to sleep. Some never come to fruition.
My husband is gone for two weeks. He lost his childhood inspiration and will be there for the memorial. Uncle T taught him to revere math and science and my husband graduated with a physics degree.
His dreams may be in binary code but the ones I remember are vivid. The best ideas come in at about three in the morning. I think Dad has a song on that one. I’ll spare you that. Dee
Cooking with Dee 