Home for a couple of hours in between Big Bill and Fiddler on the Roof (yes, this is a two-performance day, God help me). Instead of taking a nap, which is what I originally had in mind, I was seized by guilt and decided to catch up on my blogmail, and now it’s all answered, except for a few pieces that (A) require more thought or (B) will eventually get posted on the blog.
How about that? Are you impressed? This do I for my true readers. And now…a shower. Followed by a cab. Followed by Fiddler on the Roof, about which I’ll be writing in next Friday’s Wall Street Journal.
That’s my life. Sounds crazy, no?