Good morning, all! I slept sporadically last night. I'd sleep for a bit, wake for a while, doze off, wake up, doze off, etc. It was most peculiar. The only dream I vaguely recall was about working on a porn film (not IN a porn film). Everyone was staying in this mansion owned by a wealthy glamorous couple, who were shadowy figures - perhaps the producers - and I was looking at large bound collections of Playboy ephemera and photography is this huge library that needed organizing. And occasionally a naked actor or actress would wander by and say hello.
I must take a walk very shortly to the post office in search of last week's package, and yesterday's; the manager responded to my email to the postal service yesterday, so I wat to take my mangled magazine and discuss the current postal brouhaha.
And that leads to the TOD:
peregrination
brouhaha
hurlyburly
sporadic
megillah
plethora