Steve Jobs has a message for those iPhone folks who bought early. (Why anyone would have paid that much for a phone is beyond me, but I’m not rich!) Now maybe he’ll come over to my house and fix up my MacBook.

Heh. I can dream, can’t I?

Speaking of dreaming … I dreamt I had quintuplets. Yikes! Three girls (which I knew would make our sister-less Kelsey happy) and two boys. All 6 pounds. And yet I only saw one baby in the crib. Go figure. I then had to decide whether to play the symphony set (with my first professional conductor, George Cleve, and the old San Jose Symphony) which included Debussy’s Prelude to Afternoon of a Faun. I did decide to go. After all, I’d miraculously lost all my baby weight. But I knew I was definitely not ready to play the work. (It’s not a biggie for EH, but there’s one trill there that I’ve always hated to play!)

Now I’m a bit tired and sore. Probably from delivering quintuplets.