For those of you who were wondering, I finally finished writing that really long piece for Commentary, and I don’t see to be showing any obvious signs of mental or physical disintegration other than being unable to keep my eyes open. I’ll be devoting the morning to this Friday’s Wall Street Journal drama column, as well as some as-yet-unknown portion of a book review for the Journal. Come lunchtime, though, I’m off to Washington, D.C., where I’ll be spending the evening dining with a v. cool friend (maximally cool, as a matter of fact) and taking her to see Shakespeare Theatre’s new production of The Tempest, about which I hear interesting things.
Barring the installation of Star Trek-style transporter tubes at my hotel, I won’t be back in New York until some time on Wednesday afternoon, so don’t expect any postings until Thursday, when I’ll return to the blogosphere with, er, something or other. If I haven’t finished the second chapter of Hotter Than That: A Life of Louis Armstrong by then, the something-or-other in question might well be a snapshot of me waving goodbye as I assume a new identity and disappear into the Delinquent Author Protection Program forever. (Probably not, though.)
See you Thursday, one way or another.