Good morning, all! The laundry is in the washers for another 15 minutes.
Last night I had a weird dream involving a train ride, an armload of heavy vocal scores, and an obnoxious yung lady who took my seat while I was up and onto whom I deliberately dropped the armload of scores. Then i was at Steinway Hall - or something like Steinway - listening to vocalists audition with one of Rodney Gilfry's children, and I was asking about Carin's car accident (I believe our DR Jose put in a guest appearance in this dream). Then the obnoxious young lady on the train shoqwed up to audition and she was another Gilfry sibling I did not know. we exchanged words, and then I was talking to Rod Gilfry, who's back from SWEENEY TODD in Paris, and Ron Raines.
I need to send Rodney an email: he's most likely in Cooperstown, where he's playing Frank Butler in ANNIE GET YOUR GUN with Deborah Voigt as Annie, which seems frightening, but I kow she's been making directions into cabaret performance and I know that Rodney is quite fond of her.
Today: finish laundry, mop and vacuum, and put away things that have accumulated since the middle of May.
DR Jose, I sent Greg Jarrett an email about house seats for DEATH TAKES A HOLIDAY; if I don't hear from him, I'll try Ms Luker or Don Stephenson. Oh, my friend Simon Jones is in it, too!
Yes, I too, had six empty messages from DR Michael Shayne on Facebook this morning, so I too believe he's been hacked. I got it on Twitter, to which I never tweet. There are 27 posts from someone claiming to be me, all badly spelled, all grammatical disasters, and I'm wondering if Lady Macbeth is my hacker.
