Good morning, all! I was having dreams about a demented music copyist becoming a bus driver and making my life hell; I'm so glad my alarm went off.
Dear Friend BK and all, best wishes on your anniversary! I never would have guessed last August, when Liz Callaway told me about Bruce's website, that such a passing reference in a catching-up session would have such a huge resonance on my existence, and that people I may never meet face to face could become such support, colleagues and friends.
This morning I have my medical clearance for next week's "procedure," and then I have to do some work on TAN MANHATTAN for the Chicago Humanities Festival in two weeks. Yesterday, we had a good meeting with Mr Andre deShields, directing this production/concert, to work Act Two fixes, and I think his ideas for this event are quite wonderful.
After that, the realities of housekeeping and two loads of laundry. Heigh ho, the glamorous life!
As usual, my media alert is wide open, still waiting decisions on the fly. The only thing (in)definite is VANITY FAIR part 2 from Netflix, which should have arrived yesterday and didn't.
The only thing constant in my CD player is HAINES HIS WAY, which cheered me no end during July and August: beyond my fave, "Here You Come Again," there are so many tracks that cheer me up and impress me with Mr Haines' excellent pitch and charming way of turning a phrase, not to mention his bevy of guest stars.