Well, dear readers, I must write these here notes in a hurry for she of the Evil Eye will be here all too soon and I will have to leave the premises to breakfast and do errands and whatnot until she takes her leave. So, let’s take a deep dive into yesterday, shall we? I managed to get close to eight hours of sleep, so that was a very good thing. Once up, I answered e-mails, CDs were picked up and the helper is shipping them now, I paid a lot of disgustingly large bills, realized I’m down to my last four checks so must reorder now, for food I had the small Marco’s pizza as they had a thirty percent off lunch special so it was really too cheap to pass up, although I often pass up because up tends to saunter along amiably. Where was I? Oh yes, yesterday. What else? I did doze off for forty minutes or so during the day. Sound guy is booked for Applause as are the board operators for lighting and sound, so that’s good. Still need a stage manager and an assistant director. No casting news for the recording, but I now have the phone number of the singer I’ve now e-mailed three times and I’m going to give him an earful. And speaking of an earful, I have to get to an ENT to clean out my right ear. Back in 2017, I had this same problem – turned out to be wax that had gotten into the ear drum – so I need this vacuumed out. Doug Haverty recommended his ENT back then and now conveniently can’t remember who that was. He’ll be back in town today and hopefully his addle-pated cranium will find the guy. I know where it was, I just need to know who. If I try to get a referral from my PCP it will be for Cedars and I am not doing that drive to have a five-minute treatment, not with gas prices being what they are. What else? I did watch some YouTube videos of the Oscars and I must say I have never understood Conan O’Brien and so many of his jokes fell flat. And man, oh man, some of the ladies’ clothing was vomit-inducing. Do these women ever look in the mirror? To wear these things in public? Why wear anything, or is that next? And let me tell you, several of these ladies need to knock it off with the Ozempic – and you know that’s what they’re doing and that they cannot stop – again, do they not look in the mirror or are they so delusional that they think they look good? I will never ever understand it. While I do want to try Zepbound, I will know exactly when to stop – when I lose the weight I gained during the pandemic. Anyway, there were a few gowns that were simple and very nice. Some of the men looked equally idiotic. But we live in a time where there simply is no style, no class, no forethought – what am I, Stephen Sondheim all of a sudden? Then later, I did make an attempt to watch Sinners, but as soon as the title card came on after the first scene – One Day Earlier – I instantly fell asleep, as I cannot stand the use of that cliché anymore. I’ll start again tonight and hopefully get through it, but that did not bode well. I slept for ninety minutes, and then it was time to write these here notes, and after I finish, I still have to shave and shower. I’m still going to try and be in bed by 12:30.

Today, I’ll be up at eight and out the door by eight-thirty and I’ll stick close to here for breakfast – many choices. After breakfast, I’ll do some errands and whatnot, then come home, do whatever needs doing, the helper will continue shipping CDs, I’ll continue trying to cast the recording, I’ll hopefully get the name of the ENT and book an appointment, and then at some point I’ll watch, listen, and relax.

The rest of the week is more of the same, I’m attending an opening night on Friday, and then who knows about the weekend?

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up at eight and out the door by eight-thirty, breakfast, do errands and whatnot, return home, continue casting, hopefully get the name of the ENT and then I can watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: Have you ever had this issue with a clogged ear and had to have your ear vacuumed? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, wondering whatever happened to style and class and forethought.