Good morning, all! Yes, BK, you did spy an elmore around 3 am EST because the dog did not stop barking until then. So, I fell asleep sometime after that. And I am not at all happy about it.
I had a strange dream involving my friend Greg MacKellan, who started San Francisco's 42nd STREET MOON company several years ago. I had met Greg sround 1988, when he was living in Los Angeles and staged a production of my JUBILEE restoration. In my dream, Greg had lost a bit of weight, which has nothing to do with my dream, but through some project or other, I was working with Greg and reunited with someone I had met through him ages ago, around 1990, and had a huge crush on (I cannot remember the name!). There was a lot of flirting before my realization in the course of the dream that this romance would never work out: I cared too much, always had, and if the other party had really cared at all, ever, we would have been a couple a long time ago before we were too set in our ways. I was very sad when I woke. Of course, in the awake world, I clearly didn't care that much: I can't remember the name!
Today, Ron Raines' concert sketch and a few other odd jobs around the apartment before I get too sleepy.