Good morning, all! I slept late, and enjoyed every second of it. My last dream was peculiar: a tryout of a new Andrew Lloyd Webber musical, on whichfor some reason I was working with my adopted son Joshie, who was painting large Chinese letters everywhere, and Sierra Boggess, whom I kept approaching about singing on a recording. I think Sir Andrew showed up once.
So, after that I figured being awake was better. I, too, would love an apple fritter.