Good morning, all! I needed to have my hair cut three weeks ago, but I went to Ohio. This morning, I'm seeing my barber. After that, I have a day in the recording office, unpacking my shipment of last Monday, doing some edits, and regaining my bearings. After that, I see my doctor for a referral to a surgeon to lance and clean this abscess. Then, I collapse.
My former intern and houseguest Dylan is becoming more scattered and, since I'm currently quite uncomfortable with this abscess, he's irritating me to no end. Last night around 10 PM, he called from Tower Records to ask if I'd seen his checkbook (after earlier yesterday losing a bottle of pills and a stick of deodorant which he later found in his backpack). I hadn't, so he said he would be in soon. At 1:30 AM he walked in to announce he'd gone to a movie and lost his cell phone. I wasn't in bed before 2, and my hair cut is at 9 AM, so I've had around 5 hours sleep last night, and I'm ready to kill. He's out on Saturday, and I am now in countdown mode.
TOD: many notes from Mr Sondheim, who's such a voluminous writer that the autographs will never be worth much although the contents of the notes are fascinating!
A signed drawing by Georg Gershwin
Many signed books by authors such as Robert Kimball, Ethan Mordden, Anderson Farrell, and others
I lost my two most prized autographs in the 1970s before I moved to New York: letters from Benjamin Britten and Lotte Lenya.