Good morning, all! I had a long dream about the dead last night: I was on some university campus filled with gothic architecture, I was driving on the sidewalk at one point, I visited my dad whose kitchen sink needed Drano, I saw an old friend, Jesuit priest Gary Siebert, and we went to a house owned by my late friend Thelma Lehmkuhl, and then when I was packing to leave, instead of saying goodbye to my dad, I was saying goodbye to Maurice Chevalier and Benjamin Britten! After that, I lay awake from about 5:30 to 6:30 when the alarm went off. I was surprised by Gary Siebert's appearance; the last tiem I saw him, he was officiating at a memorial service for Ricky Ian Gordon's boyfriend Jeffrey.
I must say, I am not as unhappy about the election as I thought I would be. I knew the Democrats would be pummeled, but it doesn't seem the bloodbath I feared it wold be. Unfortunately, a lot of stupid people voted a lot of stupider people "just like us" into power and I find that the saddest thing of all.
Today, Im venturing out to deal with Music Theatre International and the new orchestra parts for THE MOST HAPPY FELLA. I need to track down a UPS package that was supposedly delivered yesterday; I hope the super has it. I've got some tidying and vacuuming to do around the apartment, and that's my day.
First thing, coffee.
