Today Mrs. T and I fly south from chilly Connecticut to sunny Florida, where we’ll be taking up temporary residence on Florida’s Sanibel Island and spending a week in an unpretentious little cottage located a few steps away from the Gulf of Mexico.
In theory, we’re coming to Sanibel Island so that I can get some work done. We’re seeing a show at Florida Rep in Fort Myers on Friday, and I also intend to finish writing the second chapter of my Duke Ellington biography. The fact of the matter, though, is that both of us are desperately in need of a holiday–I use the adverb advisedly–and so have decided to hole up for a week at Mitchell’s Sand Castles, which is, practically speaking, about as far away from the ever-encroaching world as we can get.
Life resumes next Tuesday when we drive from Sanibel to Sarasota, from which I’ll be flying up to New York to see The Importance of Being Earnest on Broadway, then back down to Sarasota to see Asolo Rep’s revival of Twelve Angry Men. After that…well, it gets hectic.
For the moment, though, I’m going to do my very best to kick back, relax, and watch the sun set over the water every evening. Regular readers of this blog know that relaxation doesn’t come naturally to me anymore–I’ve spent far too much of the last decade of my life charging from show to show and deadline to deadline–but if there’s a place where I can turn loose all of my usual preoccupations, this is undoubtedly it.
I’ve preposted my usual blog entries for the rest of the week, and I’ve also rolled over the Top Five and “Out of the Past” modules of the right-hand column to keep you busy. Otherwise, you won’t be hearing from me again until we get to Sarasota. In the meantime, stay warm.