Good morning, all! And a special good moring hug to DR Tomovoz!
I enjoyed nearly all of my evening at home quite a lot except for the 30-minute update call from my sister-in-law which depressed me to no end: my father has lost 10 more lbs in the past several days and his doctors have decided to reduce the dosage on his next chemo since his body has reacted so badly to the first round.
My immediate reaction, beyond bursting into tears and fighting the urge to wail, is to hop a plane to Ohio, but once there, besides being with him, what would I do? Damned if I do and damned if I don't, and it's not a comfortable position. On a much cheerier note, I spent about an hour on the phone catching up with my dear friend Larry Hochman, who was robbed of his Tony Award for SPAMALOT.
So, today: Toyland for a couple of hours, then the Moross opera. After that, I don't know.
TOD:
Downtown
Don't Sleep in the Subway
How Are Things in Glocca Morra?