I just this minute got home from a press preview of Theresa Rebeck’s The Water’s Edge, and I’m really beat–but on the mend. I remember when I used to come down with colds that would last for a couple of weeks at a time. This one, by contrast, is already giving up the ghost after a mere three days of moderate misery. If I needed yet another reason to keep on doing what the doctor says, which I don’t, that would be it.
Be that as it may, I’m not yet up to tossing off a half-dozen posts between now and bedtime, especially since I have to get up first thing Tuesday morning, drive to the Institute of Jazz Studies, and spend the day sifting through the Louis Armstrong file. So if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to knit up that ravell’d sleeve.
I’ll be back on Wednesday, ready to roar.