Absolutely no more stuff from me today. I’ve got to write, dawn to dusk (a review of Thomas Mallon’s Bandbox and another chunk of my George Balanchine book), then it’s off to Lincoln Center to watch New York City Ballet dance an all-Balanchine program on the 100th anniversary of the birth of the master.
For now, I leave you in the tender hands of Our Girl in Chicago, who may or may not have something on her mind. And even if she doesn’t, there’s plenty of stuff to read. I’ll be back tomorrow with my weekly Wall Street Journal theater teaser, plus whatever else the spirit moves me to post.