Just in case you’re wondering why there’s no drama column in today’s Wall Street Journal, I’ve been so preoccupied with Mrs. T’s illness that my editors strongly suggested I take a week off. Not that they had to push too hard! Ever since my beloved spouse crashed and burned in Cape May a week and a half ago, I’ve spent most of my waking hours at her bedside, watching old movies, running errands, and generally spreading sweetness and light in all directions.
I’m about to restart the professional machine again: I saw two shows in Cape May last week and will be seeing another one off Broadway tomorrow afternoon, and I expect to crank up the word processor and start generating prose early next week. For the moment, though, I’m devoting all of my energies, such as they are, to helping the ICU staff at New York-Presbyterian look after the woman I love. Can you blame me? Like the man says, where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.
