Two years ago…but you know all about that. Today I’m married, healthy, and happy. Most of the time, in fact, I’m happier than I’ve ever been, and most of the rest of the time I’m too busy to know the difference. I have the best of all possible wives, the best of all possible jobs, and the best of all possible co-bloggers. I’m finishing a book and working on the libretto of an opera. Not bad for a man who turns fifty-two today.
Mrs. T is in California this week, so we won’t be celebrating jointly until I meet her there next Monday afternoon (I’ll be reviewing a half-dozen shows in Los Angeles and San Francisco). But I’m already feeling festive–and very, very lucky. May you be so, too.