I’ve been invaded by a virus. It must have been sneaking up on me for the past couple of days, but I didn’t realize what it was until early yesterday evening, when I started coughing and feeling increasingly crappy at dinner. I then strolled over to Lincoln Center to see Mark Morris’ L’Allegro, and by the end of the first act I was clammy and exhausted. I stuck it out, but my weak chest and I passed a thoroughly awful night together. I just cancelled out of the show I was going to see tonight, and I’m planning to spend the rest of the day in bed or near it.
More as it happens, but don’t be too terribly surprised if you don’t see much of me here on Monday.
Later.