Good morning, all! After dreaming that I was hosting a bicycle race in Middletown, OH, for Jackie Gleason, and trying to finish charts for some snger from a church choir who was hot stuff locally - I DO NOT MAKE THIS UP -I decided at 6:30 to get ot of bed and prepare for the snaity of the McGlinnventory today. I believe this will be the end of sorting: we have around six cartons of books and two cartons of plays to sift through and the saleable items are ready to go, We've had inquiries on some of the sound equipment and a carton of LPs that turned up, bt, so far as I know, nothing's been sold beyond the reel-to-reel tape deck, the LP cleaning machine, and all of the CDs and LPS that went to Academy about six weeks ago.
The depression continues; it's rdiculous to have so much going right and be unhappy over the things that don't, but I've always had a half-empty attitude than half-full. I should be in a Chekhov play, although I can already think of several Checkhovian creations I resemble spiritually. Of course, they're all far more screwed up than I.
I have to get ready to head out. More to follow.
