Good morning, all!  I dreamed I was at Goodspeed, and I also dreamed I was in white trailor trash hell.  It was all peculiar, since the two dreams seem one long one now, and I remember a kid flying to the ceiling of a gymnasium on a handful of balloons, and cutting apple slices while someone talked about a death.  Perhaps this all refers to the fact I was too stupid to get a ticket to MY FAIR LADY, which everyone tells me was wonderful?
I have no plans today.  I like that.
PIE? My favorite restaurant, the late lamented Barrymore's, had an asolutely wonderful chicken pot pie.