It’s one of those mornings where I have the theme song to “Sanford and Son” stuck in my head.

Luckily, my allergies have diminished this morning. Last night I wanted to die. 

I did have an odd dream last night where I embraced Louis Armstrong. He was crying and I tried to comfort him. He was only a few feet tall. When I hugged him I suddenly realized he was only a metal statue, kind of like the Tin Man. Later on in the same dream I was onstage with the Staples Singers and we were performing “Keep Your Hand on the Plow.” 

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