Well, dear readers, I must write these here notes in a hurry, for she of the Evil Eye will be here bright and early. Not the greatest timing, but it’s always the way because, well, it is she of the Evil Eye. So, yesterday. Let’s wrap this up quickly, shall we? I got ten hours of sleep, amazingly because of the hammering from seven until I got up, at which point it miraculously ended. What else is new? Once up, I answered a lot of e-mails, did a few little things on the computer, had an irritating telephonic call, which I am sorry to say I engaged in rather than just hanging up instantly – but that’s going to be an entire notes unto itself, believe you me – I went to the mail place and picked up a small package and went next door to Subway and got a foot-long spicy Eyelalian sandwich, came home, ate it, and it was very tasty. That was pretty much it for food save for a small slice of cherry pie in the early evening. I did online check-in for the doctor’s appointment, and that took a bit of time – lots and lost of questions to answer. Then I watched a motion picture entitled Derailed, a thriller. It got very bad reviews, with a handful of good ones. I enjoyed it for what it was and the bad reviews are from critics who’ve raved about some of the stupidest thrillers ever made. Yes, some of it’s silly, yes, some of it doesn’t make sense, but Clive Owen and Jennifer Aniston are good in it, it has a decent score, and most of all it’s well directed by a Swedish director I’ve never heard of before, Mikael Hafstrom. I may check out other films by him, including one from this year called Slingshot. This one was based on a novel by James Siegel, who I’ve also never heard of. Anyway, nothing earthshattering, but enjoyable nonetheless, with a satisfying ending. After that, I shaved to get that out of the way, and here we are.
Today, I’ll be up by eight and out the door by eight-thirty. I’ll meet up with Robert Yacko at our favorite jernt, but I can’t eat because they’re doing lab work so no eating eight hours prior. That’s fine. I’ll just sip on a Diet Coke or two and watch others eat. Then I’ll do some errands and whatnot and I’ll come back here around eleven-thirty. I’ll shower and just relax until it’s time to be on my way to the doctor’s office. I’ll leave at two and I have to be in the office at 3:40 for the 4:00 appointment. After the physical, I’ll probably head over to Du-Par’s. Haven’t been to a Du-Par’s since the Studio City location closed in 2017. And since I won’t have eaten anything, I’m thinking a short stack might be in order, along with something else fun. We shall see. After that, I’ll drive back to the Valley and come home. Then I’ll unwind and watch, listen, and relax.
The rest of the week isn’t too much – Thanksgiving dinner on Thursday at a nearby jernt, and maybe seeing a show on the weekend. And then we’re into the Kritzerland rehearsal and show week, plus the appointment with the eye surgeon on Monday in far off Culver City.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by eight and out the door by eight-thirty, have a Diet Coke for breakfast, do errands and whatnot, come home, shower, relax, and then at two I’ll mosey on over to the doctor’s office and go up there at 3:40 for my 4:00 appointment, then maybe Du-Par’s for food, come home, unwind, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: Who are your favorite thriller writers – for the stage and for novels? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, as I gird my loins to hear: The doctor will see you now.