It's quite chilly this morning, so I fed the cats and went back to bed. Around 7:45, Annabelle crawled under the blankets with me, and Thatch spent the next 45 minutes debating whether to join her or to jump on and off the bed and clim all over our sleeping forms. I had dreams about working at Goodspeed anmd orchestrating a production of Take Me Along. I also had a dream about DR Ginny, Richard and me wandering about a huge library - at one point the Middletown Public, at another the old Miami University Library - looking for aq copy of James Barrie's The Little Minister.
