Good morning, all! Around 5:45 I had a panic attack about ROBERTA and the fact that I am currently in conductor hell, and that was the end of my sleeping. Around 6:45, I figured to hell with it, bathed, and dressed. In another hour or so, I'll do the week's laundry, mop the bathroom and plan my next course of action.
There's been no fallout from yesterday's spectral visitation, or whatever it was, so I'm still unsure of what was going on there. I've just sent the recording producer an inquiry into when we'd hear the rest of the DEAREST ENEMY, which I'm certain will get me a terse, unpeasant response. Color me discontent today.