Good morning, all! I slept late. Last night I dreamed I was a policeman and I was shot in the back of the head while I was sitting in a police car. The person also sitting in the car held me down while I was shot several times in the back before the coup de grace. It was an unsettling dream and the second one I recall about my being murdered. The other dream, in which I was dismembered, happened while I loved in Ohio, around 35 years ago.
I still don't know why yesterday was such a long and exhausting day, but I am not happy about it. I am happy the miners were rescued.
DR Jose, I think the soprano problem is solved,although with recording schedules and vocal problems I won't be certain till it's over. Last night, my bass sent me an email; asking me to send him three of the seven of the songs he's recording since he's misplaced his copies. I can pull the music and run to Staples to copy them but I have no idea where to send them until I hear back from him. I don't know if he's in Buffalo or in Manhattan singign BORIS GODUNOV at the Met. So, I wait for further information.
DR cillaliz, Little Ricky has got me very much wanting a kitten, which I cannot do, so you need to post more photos of him.
Beyond that, I've got some work here. First, breakfast and coffee.
