I slept rather well. There were several dreams, but I only remember the last one: I was at a band rehearsal for some gala and I had two charts, one for the Sondheim song "What More Do I Need?" which would be sung by Liz Callaway and Zero Mostel (seriously!). Someone - Tommy Krasker, maybe? - was dictating what I should write. Then the other song came up - I cannot remember now what it was, but I had scored what I was given with no input as to singer or mood - and it was terrible. My friend Michael Lavine was playing piano with the band, and I had to listen to this misguided work I'd done while Larry Blank and Jonathan Tunick made fun of it. I was completely humiliated.