Good morning, all! I slept late since I have no plans until 11:00, when I will head down to Caroll Studios for the sitzprobe of LITTLE ME. I was having a peculiar dream involving my mother, my brother Randy as a little boy, a Christmas tree, and several Manhattan friends. I remember none of the particulars, but i suspect it had to do with my lingering anger at her behavior to him in the 1970s. The fallout still exists.
Last night, around 9:30, one of the traps killed another mouse; it took me about 30 minutes to clean up, dispose of the body, and reset the trap.
I need a day at Toyland this weekend, and I'm waffling between tomorrow and Sunday. Since I detest football, Sunday seems the better day. First I need to finish my taxes.
TOD:
DVD: Tara Road, Joyeux Noel
CD: Roberta, Dearest Enemy, Tchaikovsky Sleeping Beauty, Guy Haines. Liz Callaway
VCR: No time.