Good morning, all! After several god nights of sleep. last night wasn't so good. I had a dream set in a Macy's warehouse, filming a wedding commercial with Liz Callaway, but it's vague now. I remember table settings and white clothing, lots of crew, and a subway ride. I was awake about 3-5 times last night, and I really hate that.
So, today's program: Yesterday, I had to send the Man from Philadelphia all of the completed liner notes for the recording. They had been trimmed to shreds to cut the number of pages to keep the production costs down. Then, further complications affected the booklet and there was room to expand the various essays, which I did, and sent them all to New World Records. When he learned this yesterday, he demanded all for review. I've received his revisions for two of this morning, and I have to deal with that. I'm no longer being paid, so that irks me.
At 11, I shall head for a bus and meet for lunch my friend Roberta at the Cole Porter Trust. That will at least be fun after all the New World Records angst. I think that's all my news. I expect more aggravation before the day is over.
