Good morning, all! I slept horribly, knowing that I had to be up by 6am for the trek to the NYU Dental Clinic. I was out of bed at 5:40; my late father, who rose every day at 5:30 would be so proud of me.
So, after the clinic, I've got a stop at the McGlinnventory, then I have a meeting at the Frank Loesser office in midtown about a critical edition of THE MOST HAPPY FELLA. I have no idea what this means, or who the editor is, so it will all be interesting information to me. I suppose I'm to represent the muscal side for the Loesser office, but then, I may only be there to offer what I know to the editor. I'm fine with whatever.
I got an email from Ann Hampton Callaway about some possible work, so I may be talking to her when I get home. I've got a couple of items to throw into Carton 8 of this shipment I'm preparing for Miami University Library before I ship on Friday, and that's my day. I'm waiting for payments for three different invoices, and I'll be happy when the money arrives in the mail, so I hope at least one of them shows up today.
I sent E&T DR Jed an ecard for his birthday and I wish he'd get his butt back to HHW!
As to THE BRAIN, doesn't class always rise? Well, I guess there's Sarah Palin to prove me wrong.