Last night's dream was straight out of Upstairs, Downstairs. My wife and I watched the series way back when it was first presented in the U. S. on PBS. Then my wife (who works at the library) discovered that the library had the entire series on DVDs, so we've been watching it all over again.

Last night, all night long, I was trying to mediate with Richard and Marjorie Bellamy about their son James's running around with Sarah, the former underhouse parlor maid now turned music hall star. It was like wading through molasses. I was glad to wake up!

Folk dreams? Nah. I got nuthin'.

Don Firth