Good morning, all! I didn't get to bed until 1:30 and I slept quite soundly most of the night. My last dream was an endless and strange one about the Victor Herbert recordings in the fall: I was driving in a car with Rebecca Luker and she was unhappy about the late arrival of her music and I remember being in a studio with Dillon McCartney and dealing with huge shellac discs. It was all peculiar but my memory is that it was also interminable; I just can't remember any more of it.
So, this morning I vacuum and clean off my table to make some work space so Joseph and I can go through my OZ edits and his questions around 1 pm. I don't know if we'll go to lunch first or after. He likes Chinese and Thai, so it will be one of those. After that, I think I will begin the final packing of these 14 cartons of books, programs, music and ephemera for the MU Library. Chris said he may stop by if he goes for a run in Central Park, and if he shows, maybe I'll go for a walk with him.
Tonight, I'm back to BONES Season Four; DR MattH has jumped ahead of me.