I re-read my post from yesterday about the dream I had, and then the one I wrote from the previous evening about Zumpano...maybe the James Gandolfini connection was from listening to "She's a cold blooded Sicilian" right before bed. Perhaps I had visions of mafia movies or the Sopranos dancing around my sub-conscious. I can't remember my dreams from last night. Yesterday morning they were really vivid, but not today. I recall waking up briefly in the middle of the night last night and thinking "oh, I'll have to remember that" but now it's gone. Strange. I do know that except for a moment in the middle of the night when I woke for a second, I slept like the dead last night. I don't think I even moved at all. We've both had some kind of weird stomach bug thing for a few days and it has really zonked me out. Last night we were asleep before 9 p.m.

So yesterday, I had my more compact "to do" list but still didn't get everything done from it. It's not all bad though, I ended up having get two projects finished that I had forgotten about and one of actual list items took me way longer to complete then I had originally thought it would. There seem to be so many people coming and going through the office this week that I'm amazed that I'm getting anything done at all.