Good morning, all! This morning, I have the same bus rides as yesterday to see a podiatrist at my HMO's 22nd Street office. Following that, I will bus up Sixth Avenue to Toyland and work there until noon. Then, I will head to City Center and observe the dress rehearsal for IRMA LA DOUCE. When I get home after that, I will fall over. I will be so happy when this week ends.
Another night of poor sleep and weird dreams: one was about a recording session with the late John McGlinn, who was much heavier in the dream than I ever remember his being in reality, although his weight fluctuated like mad. In the dream, we had the reconciliation we never had; once McGlinn's paranoia set in, no one was forgiven, and after the events of 2002, neither of us had any inclination to be colleagues ever again. Still, I was an heir in his will. Go figure. Perhaps his ghost visited last night.
I also had a dream about my bothers at a young age, and my mothwr was in it as well.
