Good morning, all! I slept this morning until 6:30, so I'm about back to my usual sleeping patttern. The rain, whch is a real downpour, was a nice sound to fall asleep to and I slept quite nicely. I had some dream involving printed music, maybe an orchestra, and it seemed to take place sometime in the past, say over 100 years ago.
I'm thinking of scrambling some eggs for breakfast and then I will tidy up the two weeks' worth of magazines I read yesterday. My writing table needs organization, and then I'll do some work.
Yesterday afternoon, my beloved goddaughter Charlotte and her boyfriend Ken came by to visit. He's a very nice young man - he calls himself a farmboy - from Lansing, Michigan, and I liked him very much. He's the first of her young callers I feel actually likes her; the others were all rather shitty young abusers-in-training. Her father thinks they were "dark" souls attracted by Charlotte's intelligence, general good nature and generosity, but I just saw them as gnomes she had been attracted to because they, like her, were interested in fantasy books and conventions. I thought the last one was a psycho and I worried, when she wised up and told him it was over, that he was going to become a horrible stalker and cause some major damage. Ken, who's a tall, handsome young blond, seems to be on the good side; he's going to graduate school for a Ph.D, in mythology and folklore; he wants to be a college professor and occasionally work on theatre. I wish them both well.
I guess that's all my news for the moment.
