I picked up a sheet of paper off the floor. When I stood up I was more than a little light headed. I couldn’t
figure out what was printed on the sheet. I looked for a heading and couldn't focus. I wondered if I might be dreaming, because I
can never read very well in dreams. I
forced myself to keep looking at it. It was some sort of list. I
picked up on a couple of names that sounded like they might be archetypes from
mythologies I was unfamiliar with. I might have printed this out from something
like Propp’s Morphology of Folk Tales….or …..then I realized: IT WAS THE RACING
FORM. I just don't see them often. I printed this out the one day we went to Santa Anita, and we didn't even wager. This was a trap I set for myself. Time to start getting up slower.
