Don’t get your hopes up. I just finished writing a book review for the Los Angeles Times, and now I’m about to dress and depart for Sotheby’s, where I will be bidding on an etching by an artist-to-be-named-later. After that, I’m going to see The Human Stain with one of my musician friends. After that, I’m coming home and crashing, but good.
Yes, some blogging may take place in the interstices, but not necessarily. I mean, we posted ourselves silly yesterday. What do you want, blood? (You got that earlier this week, anyway.)
P.S. Henceforth Maud (who was really good on the Evelyn Waugh centenary) will be known around these parts as the Pint-Sized Polemicist. Indeed, she is a bonny wee thing, not unlike Kristin Chenoweth, who stole my heart at the Gershwin Theatre the other night. And can she sing? Who cares?