I woke up at eleven-thirty this morning, having just finished my first full night’s sleep in a week.
Last weekend was wonderfully eventful, but Daffy, Our Girl’s cat, inserted a claw into the inflatable bed on which I sleep when visiting Chicago, with predictable results. I was already tired (not to mention sore) by the time I got back to New York on Monday, and things spiraled from bad to worse with scary efficiency. Since then I’ve written three pieces, two for The Wall Street Journal and a much longer one for Commentary, and seen two performances, a full-evening bill of ballets by Christopher Wheeldon and a new play by Warren Leight, the author of Side Man. All this high-octane aesthetic activity revved my brain up to so frenzied a pitch that I couldn’t turn it off, also with predictable results.
Would that I could stand down today, but I have quite a bit of work to do this afternoon and another play to see tonight. The good news is that I don’t have to file any more pieces until next Tuesday, and my schedule for the coming week is rather more reasonable (for me, that is). Among other things, I plan to sleep a lot!
Anyway, that’s what I’ve been up to this week in lieu of blogging. I knew you’d understand.