Well, dear readers, and now, Friday. This, of course, follows and now, Thursday, which was yesterday, given that today is and now, Friday. Frankly, this week has been a haze from start to finish. No matter the day or days, this week has been a hay or haze. I get up, I do things, I eat, I go hither, thither, and even occasionally yon, and in the end I end up sitting here like so much fish, writing a new notes, just as I have been doing for eighteen years. All the while, Scriabin’s piano concerto is playing and midnight hour is approaching, and I am typing on a wireless keyboard that has no wires. And the result of that is this paragraph. And now, Friday. But first, let us look back at and now, Thursday.
Let’s just cut to the chase, shall we? I didn’t fall asleep until four, I woke up at around ten-thirty, stayed in bed, fell right back asleep and slept until one-thirty, nine-and-a-half hours of very needed sleep. A mere thirty minutes later, Grant Geissman and I were at the nearby Westfield mall having a bit of lunch. We decided on Charlie’s Philly cheesesteak sandwiches. I like Charlie’s, which is a chain, yes, a chain of Charlie’s, or Charlie’s Chain, as I like to call it. We had the middle-sized version (there is a smaller and larger size version) and it was quite good and hit the spot, after which the spot hit it right back. I’m guessing school is out, which is why the jernt was loaded with youngsters.
After eating, we went downstairs and Grant got a Cherry Garcia ice cream cone from the mini-Ben and Jerry’s, whilst I went to See’s and got some Almond Royals to have at home. Once home, I ascertained there was no mail or packages, even though one of each of those items is now overdue. I did some work on the computer, had a telephonic conversation during which I conversed, and by then the day was just about done.
I then went to Donald Feltham’s and recorded a radio show about all our Ben Bagley releases. That was fun. Afterwards, I went to Gelson’s and got a salad from the salad bar for my evening snack, came home, ate it all up, and then had a nice number of Almond Royals. I forget their very existence for years or perhaps even decades, but when I see them I always buy them – they are completely addictive and wonderful-tasting. I could have easily eaten the entire eight-ounce box of them, but I did not. Then I watched almost all of a Tony Palmer documentary on Amazon Prime – this one on Richard Burton. Of course, it’s much too long at almost two hours, but it has interesting and good people in it, and the many stories about him are certainly fun and entertaining in their own way. I only have about thirty minutes to go, which I’ll watch before going to bed.
Then it was time to write these here notes, so I put on the Scriabin, which is quite a nice piano concerto, and began writing.
Today, I’ll hopefully arise after a good night’s beauty sleep, I’ll hopefully pick up some packages, then I’ll relax until it’s time to go to Vitello’s, first to sup, then to see a singer that Kerry O’Malley, with whom I’m attending, wants me to see.
Tomorrow, we have a Group Rep rehearsal, and then I’m supping afterwards. Sunday is, I hope, a ME day, then Monday is preparing for our stumble-through, which won’t exactly be the kind of stumble-through I like to have, due to at least one person not being with us (said person is coming early to run numbers), but we’ll get through it. Then Tuesday is our first performance, and Wednesday is our second and final performance. Then I have to seriously cast and plan our August Kritzerland 100 show.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, get a good night’s beauty sleep, hopefully pick up overdue packages and especially mail, relax, then sup and see a show at Vitello’s. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Friday – what is currently in your CD player and your DVD/Blu and Ray player? I’ll start – CD, a couple of upcoming Kritzerland releases. Blu-ray, not sure what’s next from the pile. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, as I say one more time: And now, Friday.