Good morning, all! I slept quite late, much later than intended, but this is a day in which I plan to do very little. I need to make a trip to market this morning and that's about it.
I had the most curious dream about travel, a map, flight - and I'm not sure if I were in a plane or levitating on my own - and some sort of hostel appearances by friends I have not seen in years, including Arthur Seelen who hired me at the Drama Book Shop in 1979 and who died in 2000.