Good morning, all!
I had a night of FOLLIES-like dreams: a terrifying nightmare that dragged me out of bed at 12:30am about the ghosts at grandmother's and home and, before the alarm went off, a long dream about my high school reunion occurring in Manhattan, a subway stop miles underground, my working for a Barnes&Noble-NYPL combo, and friends I've not seen since 1964. DR Ginny and Richard put in an appearance, as did my cellist friend Ann, Dr Swisher's daughter, and Dan Strickland, who appears to have vanished from the alumni records.
Today, I am back to City Center for another round with Joshie on MERRILY WE ROLL ALONG. I need some time here to finish up the German lyrics and the Act One work on ROBERTA so I can dive into DEAREST ENEMY. Where is the time going?
BK, I'm glad your computer story had a happy ending.
More coffee!