Good morning, all! Around 8pm last night I took a double slug of Nyquil and by 9pm I was uconscious. Around 10am this morning I debated getting out of bed and stayed there for another hour. I am now bathed, shaved, dressed and pondering my next move.
Yesterday, I achieved quite a lot until the bad health took over when my adrealine dropped: critical notes on LADY OF THE SLIPPER numbers, personal business pertaining to the Herbert recording, the really important post office shipments, and cleaning and vacuuming the apartment. Today I have to hit Staples and use their color photocopier, get some more cold meds, stop at the market, and get some more writing done. I did address the issue of the check I'm waiting on and learned it was mailed on Friday! Hopefully, this is the end of the late payment madness.
DR Jose, I wish I could have seen Amahl! It was directed by my friend John Sheehan who ran for years the late lamented Opera Ensemble of New York. About five years before the successful, and inferior, production of SHE LOVES ME at the Roundabout, John directed it with Gregg Edelman as Georg and Davis Gaines as Kodaly, conducted by Jonathan Tunick, and it was one of the most glorious things I've ever seen. When I was heading home from the production, Jonathan drove by in his van, picked me up and I found his other passengers were the late Ed Kleban's girlfriend Linda(?) and Sheldon Harnick! We all went off to dinner It was a great night.
DR Laura, I thought all church nativities were dressed by "Dad's Bathrobe Inc."
Keep them vibes coming! Tomorrow I'm calling the doctor for an appointment.
