Home from Toyland. At the corner of Seventh Avenue and 27th Street, I had a nice telephone conversation with Joshie about possible work, last night's performance, a rumor about a conductor being replaced halfway through a recent recording session, and string bowings.
Today, the subway was empty. I rode up to 86th Street and dropped a vocal score and CD of THE MAGIC KNIGHT off to my goddaughter's mother, who was one of the original Vocal Minority in the OBC of COMPANY and who now directs opera. It's very warm, so I think I will take a cool bath, unpack my summer shorts and rearrange my apparel.