Good morning, all! I had to be up early, so naturally my sleep was totally askew: too many nightmares of restless spirits, in old mansions and in my Aunt Jean's home on Hamilton-Mason Road. I don't know if it's due to Halloween or simply visits from the dead, but all of last night's dreams were ghostly and I got to little sleep.
In about 45 minutes I will call for a car service to help me tote too many scores for ROBERTA to a meeting, which will occupy most of my day. Yonight I have an important telephonic conversation with The Man from Philadelphia about 2012 recordings. I hope I'm awake for it.
More coffee!