Good morning, all! Thank you all for the vibes. The depression continues. I need a good cry, but that's not happening. I went to bed around 9:30 and got up around 7:45 this morning, although I truthfully could have stayed there all day. My last dream was a peculiar one about college or a camp, I can't recall now, but I vaguely remember broken plumbng and laundry.
I've got several errands to take care of this morning: the bank to order new checks, Toyland to drop off some scores, and the market. I have no idea what time Alex Rybeck will be back in town, and I would like to get this score from him ASAP. I need the Indianapolis check to send all of these cartons littering my apartment to the Miami University Library.