Good morning, all! Last night I had a peculiar dream about my mother who died in 1994, literally weeks before recording Sally Mayes' Comden & Green album; I remember scoring in the hospital cafeteria the numbers I did for "Christmas on Broadway" and Fed Exing them to BK; I scored Sally's "Fireworks" after the funeral, and I think it's my favorite chart on the album.
But I digress: all I recall now of the dream is that my cousin Sue Ellen and I were raking a beach to make it easier for my mother to walk and, while Sue and I appeared to be in our late teens, my mother in her bathing suit looked as she did around 1954 or so: she was around 32 then, slim, very pretty, and not at all crazy, as she later became.
DR singdaw, I thought MONK jumped the shark at least a year ago when I thought Monk's character lost all connection with the realities of the character; this season there have been a couple of episodes I did enjoy, but I feel the charm and quirkiness of the concept have been lost for me. DR Matt H is much more patient than I with Mr Shalhoub's lack of concern in maintaining the character's reality, and that's horseracing.
This morning, a loooooong meeting in Toyland about various and sundry, then a stop at "The Brain" to drop off what are hopefully the final adjustments so I can begin the new band parts. After that, Milla's appearance at B&N.