Well, dear readers, I am bothered and bewildered, but someone forgot to throw me some bewitched. I’d like some damn bewitched and a lot less bothered and bewildered. I’d like to be like Samantha on Bewitched and wiggle my nose and make a few people disappear. In any case, I’m bothered for all the usual reasons of this past week, and bewildered because I dozed off at six-forty whilst watching some completely weird HBO/BBC documentary on Mel Brooks from 2019. I woke up as it was ending, turned around facing the back of the couch and fell asleep until nine-thirty, at which time I was completely bewildered, got up, went to the bedroom and plopped on the bed and slept another hour, at which point I got up and was even more bewildered and even discombobulated. I came here to catch up on posts and realized that even though I was sure I’d posted in the morning, I hadn’t, and even though I thought I’d posted on my return from lunch, I hadn’t. So, I read all the postings and then did a little flurry of postings. And so, it was mostly an unproductive day, no modern major miracles arrived, many telephonic calls, including one that sapped my spirit. I had my early lunch with Adryan Russ at Paty’s where I had my beloved Trousdale sandwich, potato salad, and a small dinner salad with their homemade ranch dressing. That was all excellent. I came home and found that the softcover of Kritzer World is up on Amazon for anyone who’d like the softcover. Someone bought the eBook version, maybe even a couple of people, so that was nice. Very anxious for people to read it. Just took an allergy pill as I feel on the cusp of a full-blown attack, and my intention is to hit the hay as soon as I post these here notes, which I’ll keep short and sweet and maybe even sweet and short. I have nothing else to say about yesterday and frankly, yesterday has nothing else to say about me and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Well, maybe over medium.
Today, I’ll be up by ten at the latest, I’ll do whatever needs doing, and then we have a noon o’clock rehearsal, which goes to four, then I’ll go get some food, then we have a meeting about the set at six, then I can come home and watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow we’re off and I’m having a damn ME day and praying for a modern major miracle and for no continuing bothered and bewildered, Monday is also off and I have lots to catch up on, then we’re back in rehearsal on Tuesday and hopefully with a full company. I’m hoping to get our new leading lady fully blocked into the show by then and I’m hoping we can maybe even start assembling the show, although we’re missing four people on Thursday, but that’s the last time that’s gonna happen. Then, next weekend they begin building our set, although there is very little to build. I want it simple and simple it will be. I have a couple of meetings and meals, too, and much work to do on the project with David Wechter.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by ten at the latest, do whatever needs doing, have a four-hour rehearsal, eat, have a meeting with the set designer, then come home and watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What do you find yourself watching most of on the Tube of You – what are you addicted to, obsessed with, and what irritates you? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, hoping bothered and bewildered take a hike and something comes along that will bewitch me in a lovelier than lovely way.