The cats and I had a very quiet evening. I was in bed by 8:00, with the alarm set for 4:45. I remembered one dream. I had an appointment for an eye exam at NYU, so I took the subway down to the Village. At 42nd Street, the subway turned into the express, so I got off at the next stop, and called the NYU School of Medecine to get the address. I spoke to a very arrogant man who told me the address I wanted was West 95th Street, so I needed to reschedule. My cell phone fliptop broke, so I was trying to juggle it, write down the pertinent information, while this jerk on the phone kept telling me how rude and unprepared I was.