I'm up, I'm up. I should have just watched The Colossus of Rhodes, because we had the Mormon Tabernacle Bird Choir outside last night and I didn't fall asleep until after two. These birds sing beautifully but they seem to be very stupid and can't tell night from day. As soon as daylight hit they all went to sleep and there wasn't a peep outside the bedroom windows.
Robert Osborne is alarming-looking these days. First, he ballooned up to about three hundred pounds. Now, he's lost fifty or sixty pounds but still seems to be wearing his old sportcoats. He's also had hideous work done on his face, especially his eyes - does he think that we don't remember what he looked like one year ago? Ah, vanity.