Handel's Hallelujah Chorus is playing in my head this morning. Better that than "Richard Cory." I am really sick of hearing "Richard Cory" ad nauseam. It seems to be my constant afternoon companion, lately.
I had very weird dreams last night--one about an archaeologist trying to study the remains of a culture that cremates all of its dead (very creepy); one about a hostage situation in an ice cream parlor, and one that took place once the hostages had been released.
Back to work, now.