Last night was hell. As soon as I lay down, my left leg began to throb very badly and continued to do so all the rest of the night. I did doze, and I actually had a few dreams. In one Gurjeet was telling me "you only have one session approved." In another, I was working on a production of Candide. In another, I was in Oxford, Ohio, with a Miami University production of My Fair Lady, and I was in a market trying to purtchase a bottle of cranberry juice and a copy of the old New York Native newspaper.
