Good morning, all!
I was up a bit late last night reading my latest Thomas and Charlotte Pitt mystery, I got to bed some time after 12:45, and this morning - after several bizarre dreams I no longer recall - I slept in longer than I should. This is a "finish that damned Moross score" day, so I need to finish up the second half of "The Contraband Ball," which occurred in Vicksburg in 1863, and is in the musical a darkly humorous and disastrous integration attempt.
At the same time, I have the LaCie repair function run to check on the disk holding the downloads of the past three days. C'est l'histoire de ma vie.