Good morning, all! I watched a small bit of the Kennedy Center prohram; I saw the end of the Matt Bomer and Kelli O'Hara duet and all of Chita Rivera's rather poorly sung "I Don't Want To Know," one of my favorite songs which had a peculiar cut in the number. Was the cut made in performance or did some idiot network executive make a decision to remove a section? That got me so riled, I turned off the tv ad read Hugh Martin's chapter on the Freed unit, which sounds like every Mean Girl high school clique run by Head Mean Girl Arthur Freed, who, once again, sounds like a total pig.
Today, I've got more Herbert lyrics to type up before I head down to Toyland around 11am. After all the tsuris last week about payment from the McGlinn work, and I thought things were resolved. Well. alas, no is the answer; I'm still waiting for the check that would have paid my estimated tax payment to NY State this week and I am not amused by the situation.