Good morning, all! By 7:30 last night I was ready for bed, and I slept sondly until the neighbor above me woke me around 3 am with his usual noisy arrival. The jerk needs carpets and a solid bed, not a squeaky foldaway. Even the earplugs aren't covering all the noise. So, after I went back to sleep I had a very weird Miami University dream, which included my best friend from college, Matthew, and my cousin Judy, who from 1965 to 1967 or so was the town pump for many folk including my brother Macbeth. Oy. At any rate the dream was about a huge banquet at which I was one of several guests of honor, and one of the top guns, in her speech, announced that for budgetary cuts, she had fired security. Everything went amock from there.
So, today I have to tidy the apartment, do some work on Victor Herbert and Jerome Kern, possibly meet with Kevin Spirtas about his Bocca Raton appearance, and think about the laundry.