Good morning, all! What the hell happened to the site this morning? I finally gave up with it and went on to other challenges. And now here we are.
I've got some writing on the preface to "Lady of the Sliipper" to work on today and a couple of things to wrap before tomorrow.
I had peculiar dreams last night: something about Miami University 30 years ago, and this got me wondering: why is it all my dreams are in the past? It's always college settings, or family events and places. It may be a nightmare with a psycho killer in a dormitory or the Blair Witch in my Aunt Lois' back yard of her farm near Columbus, OH, or forgetting lines in a summer theatre production, but I swear I never dream about friends or events from the past 30 years of my life in Manhattan. Oy!