Right now I’m too blissfully tired to do much more than post the news that last night’s premiere of Satchmo at the Waldorf (actually, the first forty-five minutes of Satchmo at the Waldorf, but who’s counting?) was a howling success. As if that weren’t enough to report, my publisher informed me via e-mail this morning that the first three chapters of my Duke Ellington biography, which I sent in a couple of weeks ago, “read like a freight train.” Whee!
I’m (A) very, very happy and (B) taking the rest of the day off. See you tomorrow. Or whenever.
UPDATE: A friend writes: “Shouldn’t they read like the A train?”