Good morning, all! I slept really late and I know I was having another doozy of a dream but I've completely forgotten it.
I'm still in my neck brace - I really hate them - but I still can't turn my head to the left, although the pain is going away, I've met my huge deadline with the booklet notes, and I need a month at the Mayo Clinic to recuperate and readjust. The only major tsuris in my life now is this whole office evacuation/new office mess, so keep them vibes coming!
BK, I am really sorry that I missed you. I do love you and, if the fire hadn't happened and completely freaked me out, I'd have been at Joe Allen's cheering you on. I'm happy to hear that the singer did well. I agree with you about Don't Tell Mama as a venue/
In the late 1980s, before one of the Men's Chorus December concerts, I was up for about two days doing my usual late-minute scoring and copying jobs when I had to go off to a rehearsal. Since the heat in my apartment was drying everyting inside my head up far too much, I kept a large pot of water simmering on the stove. So, around 6:30, on a Monday night in the middle of December, I closed up the apartment and went to the subway, where I had an attack of "did I leave the stove on?" I went back to the apartment, found that I had turned the stove off. I then turned the stove on and left for several hours. I got back around 11:00 to find a red-hot pan sitting on my stove that luckily did not cause a fire. It sure freaked me out, and I moved about thw apartment very carefully until Wednesday's orchestra rehearsal. Then, I slept for a day.
I'll either die in a fire or under a vehicle from jaywalking.