Today's menu: a surf-n-turf mix of post-birthday let-down and mid-week crisis, with a side order of "what the hell was that dream about last night?" The dream was pre-waking. For some reason I had to get up an hour earlier than normal because I would need the extra time to get all dressed up in a Fred Astaire tux to do this morning's town hall webcast. I was going to be hosting it like one of those guys who used to host the after-school movie. "In today's movie, Ginger Rogers does Wall Street by way of Busby Berkeley in the rollicking 1935 musical Hostile Tender."
I think I'm just bummed that my life never approaches the cleverness of either my scripts or my dreams.