Good morning, all! Another night of bizarre dreams, but I only remember the last one which was about a trip frm London to visit my parents, which was more about going home on a college holiday since in my dream "home" was the house where I grew up that they moved from in 1980. Most of the dream was centered on my mother's usual inability to adhere to a schedule, so my last day's plans to take my family to an event were screwed up by her inability to focus or accomplish anything on time, followed by a trip to the airport with a bag fulll of damp laundry since she hadn't done my laundry when I'd asked her to (this is so 1964,65,66!). The only thing missing from this dream were all the rodents and bugs living off her largesse as a slob housekeeper. It was a fraught and unsettling reminiscence.
This morning, I have a trip to the McGlinnventory that I hope will freeze this damned auction and get it off the ground. After that, a stop at Toyland to scan a large score, and then home. Most of the weekend will be used to finish up my taxes for Wednesday.
TOD:
DVD: new Netflix items, some bootlegs, a few operas
CD: McGlinn-Kern, Guy Haines, Liz Callaway, Jacques Offenbach
VCR: the usual smut