Good morning, all! Around 8:30 last night I passed out and slept rather soundly. I remember one bizarre dream involving Mary Rodgers, my efforts to find her to sign the Christmas card I had given her, and running into the Obamas who'd been involved with the same holiday concert with me and Mary Rodgers. The concwert must have been at Carnegie Hall because most of my dream took place around 57th Street.
I am off to breakfast and then back to the Library. This morning I'll finish up the Kern work on ROBERTA and mnake some investigations into the SWEET ADELINE materials. I am a bit angry at my friend Loras, who knew I was coming down - I checked dates with him before I booked this trip - and has mysteriously vanished to the Library's annex in Landover on "Gershwin concerns." Perhaps he will show up today. Perhaps not.