Good morning, all! I had a lot of really strange dreams last night. In one, I went to a party on Fifth Avenue in this really swank apartment, and the only people I knew there were Joshie and Rob Berman. I mostly remember wandering from room to room where there were all these wealthy socialites in evening gowns and suits. I seemed to be losing my clothes. I left the party and returned looking for my cap. Couldn't find it. Then, I got a taxi and we headed up Central Park West, and then I was in a subway wearing only my underwear, as I recall, and it was a complete ordeal trying to get to my apartment. I think Bertolt Brecht was talking to me on the subway platform.
So, I have physical therapy this morning. I will return, finish up this young man's orchestra score, and get back to Paint Your Wagon work.
Great photos, DR vixmom! I'm happy you and the vixter had a good day. Did you get a chance to visit with our DR ChasSmith at all?
I really enjoyed all of the stories from yesterday. And I'm ready for a nap.
More coffee!