This morning, I am moving cautiously but moving, because of the leg and joint issues. I slept rather well, with one long dream about working at Barnes & Noble before Christmas. While the store was not packed with customers, the sales counter was swamped with people waiting to pay and no clerks, only the manager Patty and I. I was tied up with a lady who had around $500 worth of things ($200 in books and a $300 edition of something). The custom,er wasn't being diofficult butr she clearly hated waiting. I needed to go to the second floor for something so I left her hanging while I went. I encountered a customer who needed a bandage and sent him down to the checkout. When I got back downstairs, the bleeding custo,mer was there but we had no bandages, I left the paperwork of the $500 customer I was helping on the second floor . . . it was mess