Well, dear readers, it is after midnight and I’ve let it all hang out and must let it all hang in now and write some notes. The reason for the lateness of the notes is shocking but if I don’t elaborate these will be the shortest notes in the history of these here notes. They may be anyway. Let’s just say the reason for the lateness for the notes can be blamed, at its essence, on one thing and one thing only and it’s not the bossa nova, it’s not Rio, it’s not Mame, it’s not my youth, and it’s not me, no, the damn blame is this thing called Daylight Savings Time. When we spring forward, the only thing you’re saving is a big nothing – you’re LOSING an hour of sleep. I was up until three, changed the clocks, was dealing with severe hand and foot cramps, but finally fell asleep around four, I think. I woke up around six-thirty or seven, I think. Could not fall back asleep. Or maybe I did for an hour or so. Food arrived at around 12:30 – ribs, salad, and soup from BJ’s. Soup was great, ribs are certainly good but there’s some spice in their sauce that just rubs me the wrong way, I guess, because my tummy was not happy after that. I hate when things rub me the wrong way, especially a masseuse who’s a little too kneady. Anyway, I saved the salad for later. I believe I went back to bed around one-thirty or two, slept until six, was up briefly and took pills (forgot to earlier), went back to sleep, got up at nine, decided to watch a Jack Benny episode, fell asleep before it began, and woke up at midnight. Unbelievable, really. Some ME day that was. I’d guess I slept a total of thirteen hours or so, but it sure doesn’t feel like it. I’m having my salad now so I can take another pill, and then I’ll try to be in bed by one-thirty. I did manage to get Doug Haverty everything he needs to do the CD and book stuff. Hopefully, he can get it done – he says he’s never done it from Florida before but is forgetting he did How to Succeed from Florida. Hopefully, it will all go well. That was it – an entire day and night in one paragraph.

Today, I’ll try to be up by ten or eleven, I’ll do whatever needs doing, I’ll call AFTRA and get direct deposit going and put in the works getting the money that was due to me on the first, but which was clearly stolen or lost or whatever. I’ll hopefully get the third blurb, then we can get all the book files to the publisher, and I’ll catch up on other stuff, eat, and then at some point I can watch, listen, and relax.

The rest of the week is very busy – a dinner thing tomorrow night, a couple of meetings and meals, casting the recording and setting a date for it in April or early May, shipping out CDs and getting the new CD and book up for pre-order.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, try to be up by ten or eleven, call AFTRA, hopefully get the third blurb, get book files to the publisher once we have it, catch up on other stuff, eat, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: Who are your all-time favorite film directors? I’ll start, but no surprises here: Mr. Hitchcock, Mr. Wilder, Mr. Kurosawa, Mr. Chaplin, Mr. Fellini (up through 8 1/2), Mr. Wyler, Mr. Preston Sturges, Mr. Michael Powell, and Mr. Leone. I love other directors, obviously, but those are the tops. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, for yet more sleep.