Good morning, all! I'm having a really tough time getting started this morning.
Last night, I had a lot of strange dreams with a lot of strange dead folk: Laurence Olivier, my mother, and others. In my last dream, I was walking down a fire escape.
So, I'm having my coffee and trying to get my energy up to move downtown.
I'm against cell phones that permit one to do everything from texting to googling, and I don't understand everyone's need to check them before making a move. I don't understand all these asses on the subway who, when their stop comes up, rush to the door to be first off the train and then slow down to check their phones so that everyone behind them must slow down.