I went back to bed to try for a short nap to help make up for my late arrival home last night. As soon as I got settled, there were three phone calls within ten minutes. Fortunately all junk, to be ignored, and even more fortunately, I got to sleep before any others could bother me. I slept about an hour and a half, which got me good and groggy afterwards, and, before awakening, inspired one of my crazy dreams about apparently living in L.A. and having to walk a stretch of Wilshire Blvd. The most interesting thing about the dream was how I envisioned an up-to-date Beverly Hills. Impossible to describe, though.