I spent Sunday and Monday writing (and attending two performances, about which more later), and now I’m preoccupied with my Friday drama column for The Wall Street Journal, which I have to file, move, and close by the end of business on Tuesday so that I can report for jury duty Wednesday with a clear conscience. Jury duty, arrgh!
On the other hand, you obviously didn’t miss me, since Our Girl’s postings (plus a couple of fortuitous big-traffic links) racked up some 1,700 page views, a more-than-nice number for Monday. So I’ll try to post something on Tuesday, but if I don’t, I’m sure you’ll be more than adequately taken care of. Sniffle.
As for what jury duty (did I say arrgh?) will do to my schedule for the rest of the week, well, I don’t even want to talk about it. Or think about it. I hope they have the good sense to bounce me as quickly as possible. I have a book to write and a blog to…blog? Does one blog a blog? Or keep a blog? Or tend a blog? Beats me.
We won’t talk about the backed-up e-mail, either, but I promise you that I’ll read and reply to every single piece, eventually, except for the spam from Nigeria. Really. Truly. Madly. Deeply.