I slept very late! I'm ready to go back to bed, but I will refrain. I have some tidying to do; I've lost a folder of magazine clippings, it's not in any of the usual places, and I need to find it. Damn, I hate that when it happens. I don't think it vanished when the bookcases fell, but I don't have any sense of time these days.
When I went to the Library of Congress last October, I recopied a libretto to THE LADY OF THE SLIPPER, but I found the original copy later in my files here; I had stuck it in a drawer with other libretti after the bookcase collapse and totally forgot about it. So, I have to find this fershlugenah folder of clippings today.
Dear Friend BK, ever since your Hayley Mills kiss, "Joshua Noveck" has been running through my head.