Good morning, all! I went to bed very early and stayed in bed too long. There were a great many peculiar dreams and a lot of ghost appearances by dead friends and family. Now, I only remember moments: the first was a frightening nightmare about a haunted house and the last was something about moving into a house of college students, only Danny Burstein, Rebecca Luker, and other New York friends were living there; both time and geography were jumbled between Manhattan, Oxford, OH, and Middletown, OH. I remember that my mother was in one of my dreams, but I remember nothing else about it.
Today, I have much to work on: IRMA LA DOUCE adjustments for next week's orchestra reading and the choral piece.I was expecting more IRMA things from Joshie last night, but I guess it got lost in his trip to the Library of Congress today.
I look forward to reading Rob Stevens' reviews.