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February 26, 2015:

HOW TIRED WAS I?

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Well, dear readers, exactly how tired was I last night as I was writing those notes?  So tired that for some unknown reason I never actually posted them, nor did I change the topic on the board.  I’m not quite sure how that scenario played out really.  I know I wrote the notes, I saved the notes in Word and was ready to paste them into our handy dandy form but apparently I never went to the form.  I did SOMETHING until twelve-thirty, which is when I went to bed, but I just can’t remember much of anything – that’s how tired I was.  I knew something was up when the phone rang at eight in the morning, so I thought maybe the site was down.  The minute I checked I could see we were in the previous days’ notes and topic.  I quickly went to the computer and got everything done, then went back to bed.  I slept another hour at some point, but the large sleep that I need was, alas, not to be had – I barely got seven hours.  Once up, I did some stuff on the computer and then it was time for a work session with Lloyd Cooper for the next Kritzerland show.

We went through everything, but there wasn’t really that much to do, just one put-together in this show and it’s already put together as I did an arrangement for one of our albums.  Working with Lloyd is always easy and fun, so it went very quickly.  Then I went and had a cup of soup and a chili, cheese and onion omelet.  After that, I just came home, as I was still tired.  There were some orders to print and some e-mails to answer, but mostly I listened to music and tried to relax.

Have I mentioned that I have a headache?  I’ve already taken two Tylenol and those have helped not one or even two whits.  Where was I?  Oh, yes, the day as I knew it.  At some point, I sat on my couch like so much fish.

Last night, I watched a motion picture on Blu and Ray from Twilight Time entitled Love and Death, a film of Woody Allen and certainly one of his funniest.  I saw it a bunch of times when it came out.  The laughs were so huge that you couldn’t hear half the movie.  And they were consistent every time I saw it.  But this movie holds a special place in my memory because we had two sneak previews of The First Nudie Musical with it.  The first in New York, the second here in Westwood.  I will never ever forget the Westwood preview.  Love and Death got all those great laughs and I was concerned there would be none left over for our little movie.  We were shopping for a distributor at that point and it was important to get a good reaction.  Well, we got as many laughs as Love and Death and just as long and loud.  It was so gratifying.  The writing in Love and Death is just laugh out loud funny – just about every line.  The actors, none of whom were all that known, save for maybe Harold Gould, are all perfect.  But it’s Mr. Allen and Miss Keaton whose film it is and they are comic performances of the highest order.  The film is gorgeously photographed and the Prokofiev music works like a charm.  I just sat there on my couch like so much fish, laughing out loud over and over again.  The transfer is terrific and this gets my highest recommendation.

I made about three ounces of pasta with butter and cheese just to have a little snack.  Then I got this wretched headache and I’ve just been nauseous because of it and I just want it to go away.  Perhaps a nice, hot shower will help.  I shall return momentarily.

Well, I took the nice, hot shower and I feel a bit better but still have the headache and consequently the nausea.  I must have been in the shower for a full twenty minutes.

Today, I shall do some writing, eat, hopefully pick up packages, do more writing and then relax.

Tomorrow we resume performances of Inside Out – not sure if I’ll attend both Friday and Saturday, but I may.  Sunday I’ll stop by there and see the first few minutes of the show, then I’m seeing the closing performance of the one-woman show by George Carlin’s daughter.  Then we have our busy rehearsal week and show.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, write, eat, hopefully pick up packages, write and relax.  Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite film comedies of the 1970s?  Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, hoping to get a really good night’s beauty sleep so that I don’t have to ask the age old question, “How tired was I?”

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