Good morning, all! The ghost struck at 3:30 this morning and turned on my computer, freaking me out and ;eaving me awake for some time. Beyond that I slept poorly, partly - I suppose - from sleeping too long the night before. I had one rather sad dream about friends aging and dying - my only memory is being on the street with a lady I knew and her collapsing like a marionette whose strings are cut. I've been feeling rather melancholy about it since i got out of bed.
Last night I was up longer than I had intended, writing a synopsis of DEAREST ENEMY and dealing with emails. The Herbert songs are now arriving and I'm getting responses from the singers and acknowledged.
Today I head dwn to Toyland to assemble the full scores and get them to Kinko's for binding. I need to book appointments, one for tomorrow wth my barber and another with Social Security to put it into effect.
BK, I'm really happy the event went so well. I look forward to reports from the usual suspects.
TOD: Jane Austen