Good morning, all! The alarm did not fail me, and at 5:30am it rang, making mew wish I was dead. Because it was a night that I needed to get t sleep quickly, I had a night that was pretty much sleepless, although I do remember a portion of a dream in which my beloved Annalene Beechey was playing Prggy Ann and singing "Where's that Rainbow?" at the home of my Aunt Jean, who's been dead since 1975 or so.
So, I am up, dressed, and ready to head to Toyland to deal with this crew moving John McGlinn's possessions t the Library of Congress. Since there was no warning that today was the day, I need to separate my possessions from the McGlinnventory, something I could have easily done on Sunday, but it's one more situation the Man from Philadelphia has let be needlessly complicated.
More coffee and I am outa here. I'll check in from Toyland.