Good morning, all! I have very little to report. Another package of work arrived yesterday so I'm going to be busy for a while. I had a very weird dream about calling 911 while my Dad worked on a house where most of the roof had either blown or burned away; it's too vague now. I've never dreamed about my Mother, that I can recall, in the past fifteen years since a dream about a month after she died.
Today, BABES edits and libretto, Frank Loesser, Jerome Moross, and a Ron Raines concert are all possible options. So I guess I need to tidy up and get to work.
TOD:
Natalie Dessay
Juan Diego Florez