Good morning, all! I guess the frustration over the Oaf Above Me carried over to my sleep last night, since I had dreams about dissension and frustration. I went to bed at 9:30, woke around 12:15, and slept until 6:30. The last thing I remember dreaming about before the alarm went off was LIFE BEGINS AT 8:40, my most unsuccessful venture of the past several years. Now I've got one of the damned songs from the score stuck inside my head and it won't go away.
I'm waiting for the laundromat to open. This is my last morning to do laundry before I'm inside a recording situation for the bext four days, so I've got laundry, and, while the clothes are washing, a trip to the market. While things are drying, I'll take my walk, come back here and begin making tuna salad. After the clothes are put away, vacuum the apartment. At noon, I have to head to Toyland for an editing session, and this evening I'm having dinner with Bruce Pomahac and John McGlinn's executor. At some point I have to sort my music for the sessions this week.
As for the TOD, I love Indian food; I guess it's the most "exotic" cuisine I've tried.