Good morning, all! I've been trying to catch up for an hour, during which I made two phone calls to Time Warner about my internet service being down, rebooted, uplugged and plugged in everything connected to this computer, and now Asha, the very pleasant young lady at Time Warner on my second call - the first one, Samantha, was also very charming - has me reconnected to the worldwide web. This all began last night around 9 pm when everything disconnected. On my way to Toyland this morning, I'll buy a new power strip and replace this older one I've got. Perhaps that will help.
Last night I watched two Bob Hope movies, Monsieur Beaucaire and The Road to Singapore, and I preferred the first; the Panama and Frank screenplay is really funny, smart and sassy; there are too few literate inteligent and hysterically funny films written today. The Road to Singapore is the earliest of the Road pictures and I found much of it a chore. Still I liked the songs and I had frgotten how drop-dead gorgeous Dorothy Lamour was.
After that, another night of strange dreams. When I woke, I would swear I was in a production of "Sail Away" with Elaine Stritch. Before that it was something about baking Christmas cookies, the recipe, not enough cinnamon, etc. It was nightmare.
So, today I am off to Toyland to work with my colleague Curtis, who is currently busy dring the week with several personal projects. When I return I would like to finish up my 2010 taxes for Thursday's meeting with my accountant.
