Good morning, all! I slept well, but there were lots of strange dreams, all of which like Bottom's in A Midsummer Night's Dream are fading too quickly to report: perhaps it's the fact that it's 9/11 or the pizza.
It's quite gloomy here in Manhattan, rainy and gray, so perhaps it's more appropriate for the unhappiness of 9/11 memories and sorrow:
Oh, the rain comes a-pitter patter
And i'd like to remain in bed
Skies are weeping while the world is sleeping,
Troubles heaping on our head
I have a bit of time on the editorial guidelines this morning and a phone conversation with a co-worker about them. After that, a day of Brain surgery.
"What do you think I invited you here for? Company" Bette Davis to Olivia de Havilland in Hush, Hush, Sweet Charlotte.