Mrs. T and I are departing this afternoon for a brief, well-deserved holiday at Ecce Bed and Breakfast, the Catskills inn where we honeymooned a year ago. Our deflector shields will be set to maximum until Sunday, when we return to New York with what I expect to be the utmost reluctance. You’ll find the usual almanac entries and theater-related postings in this space, but if you need anything other than that between now and then, ask somebody else.
Later.