Well, dear readers, I would like each and every one of you to be my Valentine. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, today is Valentine’s Day, a day of romance and love and merriment and mirth and laughter and legs. And hearts – let us not forget hearts, especially the candy kind. Even if you’re not involved go out and kiss someone – they may hit you in the face, but at least you and they will have a Valentine’s Day to remember. For me, Valentine’s Day will be a day of expectorant – a day of Mucinex, which, I must say, is quite helpful. It will hopefully be a day of feeling a little better – I’m in that “wet” phase when all the mucous is breaking up – it’s all rather sordid and disgusting and I’m glad no one here has to listen to my constant hocking and clearing my throat because it is just not conducive to Valentine’s Day romance. I am writing these here notes nice and early because I really want to get a good night’s sleep and all these pills are making me very tired. I want to feel twitchy and bitchy and manic for Valentine’s Day, in case some fetching thing comes over to caress my feet or something nice like that. Yesterday was a day of doing nothing at all. I got up at about ten, but I hadn’t fallen asleep until one. I had some EmergenC in hot water, a few Ricolas, and I just felt dreadful, really. However, a couple of hours later and I was feeling a bit better. I just relaxed and played on the computer, basically, until a friend came over with some Mucinex and more Coldeez. I took the Mucinex and I must say that an hour later I felt somewhat better. I went to Marie Callender’s and had a bacon cheeseburger and a salad and some custard pie, and that made me feel better, too. Then I just sat on my couch like so much fish, zombiefied, and watched the TV screen.
Later, I began coughing again and feeling a little thick – I just wish the damn thing, whatever it is, would go away, because I don’t like feeling sick, period, the end. I listened to the entire master of an upcoming Holy Grail project and it sounded really terrific. There are two brief cues, about 1:20 total between them that have some damage. My choice was to leave them or not have them on the CD – I opted to have them because they’re really great cues. You can certainly hear the damage (one channel comes in and out) but it’s brief and then we’re back to pretty spectacular sound. In the past, when we’ve had problems I’ve been able to edit around them and you’d never know anything was missing – but these are two very short cues and there’s just no place to edit. I explain this in the booklet. There were a couple of inconsistent levels so the mastering guy will adjust those and then that will be done and I can send it and the packaging for approval. If all goes the way all went last time I’m hoping we can release this in mid-March.
And that was my rather boring day and evening. Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below whilst I put on my heart-shaped sleeping attire.
Today, prior to the helper coming, I will do some errands and whatnot and pay some bills. Then the helper and I will go over everything, she’ll go pick up some boxes from the mail place and ship some packages, and I shall go eat something amusing but light, proof a few pages, then come home and pack. I will also accept hearts and kisses that come my merry way. Then I’ll write the notes very early, get them posted, and get to bed.
Tomorrow, I shall be on my way to Florida via Houston – not sure if anything’s happening during the evening tomorrow – Gregory doesn’t get in until late and Linda probably has plans, so I’ll hang out in the hotel and have some dinner. Wednesday, we have a run-through where I’m sure I’ll adjust some of the minimal staging things – we’ll figure out how Linda is getting on and off, and I’ll work with the lighting guy. Then it’s show time – two shows in one night. Then I’ll get right to sleep and be on my way home the next morning, very early, again via Houston.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do errands and whatnot, work with the helper, hopefully pick up a package or three, eat, proof, pack, relax, and get to bed early. Today’s topic of discussion: Share any special Valentine’s Day memories you might have. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, where I shall hopefully dream of hearts aflutter, gaiety and romance, and not expectorant.