Good morning, all! I slept well until 2:30 am when I decided it was time for meds. After that the night was filled with friends and events from the early to late 70s, although at one point we were looking something up on a Rodgers & Hammerstein Organization website, and Sean Connery was in the dream for a bit because he had been in the London cast of SOUTH PACIFIC. Most of the dream before I woke up involved the death of a friend, my thesis on BABES IN TOYLAND, and Peter Oberlink, one of my dearest friends from the Miami University Theatre Dept whom I've not seen since around 1984. I am curiously depressed now, Elton John's song "Ganiel" won't go out of my head, and I'm on the verge of tears. I have no idea what's going on, so I'll put on some Guy Haines t cheer myself up.
Today, I have to proof the final section of the dance to "You're A Builder Upper" and then I'll head back to THE MOST HAPPY FELLA.
Favorite candies:
cinnamon hearts, spice drops, Jordan almonds, Reece cups
Fave snacks:
grilled cheese sandwich