I had an endless and very poor night of sleep. I remember bits of one dream. I was working on, and performing in, a benefit concert. The time ran between then and now; at one time I was working with the designer who was my graduate school advisor pn 1969 and at other times I was in 2021. I was performing the song "Air" from Hair, and several British stars had come from England to be seen as well. For some reason, Annabelle, Thatch, and Stella had come to the theatre with me, and an hour before the performance, I was trying to round them up to take them home and the backstage area was filled with cats. I put Annabelle on my shoulders, picked up Stella and Thatch, and headed ouutside by the pool to put them into a cage. Annabelle escaped and ran back into the stage door. I put the other two into the cage and went back inside. While looking for Annabelle among all these cats, I found an orange and white cat looking like Thatch, and his collar told me it was Thatch!
I carried him out, let the false Thatch out and put the real Thatch in. Sally Netzel, a friend from the 1980s Drama Book Shop days, was sitting in a lounge chair next to the pool. I went back to fetch Annabelle . . . and I woke.
