Good morning, all! Another night of weird dreams: the house where I grew up was in London, in another, my brother Randy was about 4 or 5 and our brother - the evil Macbeth - was being cruel to him; I remember picking him up off the pavement and taking him inside for mercurochrome and bandaids. I also had a very weird dream connected to this London one involving the need to wash dishes.
So, I've received this morning the proofs of seven numbers from one of my copyists, so I have them to proof, along with the ROSE OF ALGERIA scores. I may get as well the corrected scores from my other copyist as well.
Previews were one of my favorite parts of movie going as a kid; they were often more fun than the film I was there to see. I remember nothing about them now.