Good morning, all! I slept very poorly, so I know that after my day of errands, I will want to fall over when I get home around 3:30 today.
I foolishly agreed to deliver the new CDs to a few of the acknwledged people, rather than have them shipped by New World Records, so that's my day: the Cole Porter Trust gets two, and one to Alyce Mott, who works with the Victor Herbert Foundation and edits a fascinating newsletter. She's been very helpful and supportive of these two reocrdings of piano & cello and songs.
Yesterday I got through all most Act Two of the DEAREST ENEMY vocal score, so I have the Fibale Act Two and Epilogue left. Before I head out, I'll try to finish up the Finale Act Two.
I hate this weather: warm enough that I'm sweaty and sleeping badly, feeling puny, uncertain how to dress for going outside, and generally discontent. I'll be glad when the freezing cold lands. I want this apartment cold enough to hang meat.
I guess the advantage of being a registered Democrat this week is that I won't get Mitt or Newt calling me. Newt's in Manhattan at the moment. Our loss is the world's gain.
Coffee and meds,