Good morning, all, and a special good morning to DR SWW!
I had a fitful night of very peculiar dreams, which I attribute to this cold and my current state of health. In my last dream, I was carrying my goddaughter Charlotte, who was a baby, into the stockroom of Barnes and Noble. I had set her in her carrier down on a table with books and for some reason I had to move her. I picked her up and I was suddenly in the Miami Universitry theatre's costume shop around 1970: long tables with fabric and sewing supplies everywhere. When I got to a table and put the baby down, I was carrying my sleeping brother Tom. I have no idea! I also remember part of a dream involving a carton of work I had and an elevator. Oy!
So, much as I want to stay in bed, I have to go to Fourteenth Street for several hours: I have errands and a bit of work I must accomplish. After that, I shall hie myself back here and crawl back to bed.
TOD: maybe later.