Good morning, all! It was a very long night. I slept well, with many dreams, but it seemed to go on for years. All of my dreams were bizarre: working at Drama Book Shop to discover I'd arrived wearing only my underwear, deciphering who should sing what part in a Christmas rehearsal in which a reindeer was named Feckless (shades of Cold comfort Farm!), a dream in which my brother Randy was about five years old. I'm glad to be awake.
First thing, laundry, then I tidy the apartment, mop the bathroom and kitchen, and get to work on the Disc 4 liner notes.
Coffee first.
TOD:
Burton & Taylor
Who's Afraid ofVirginia Woolf
The Taming of the Shrew
Harrison
My Fair Lady
Blithe Spirit