Good morning, all! I've been up since around 6:10 am, but I had to catch up on all I missed yesterday. DRJane, I loved the photos of Bogie and Bacall! What beautiful kittens.
DRMattH, I believed you mentioned doing a bio of Charles Walters; did you know he was one of Cole Porter's boyfriends in the 1930s? He began as a ballroom dancer with Dorothy Fox, and when he was cast as the Prince in JUBILEE, Miss Fox had to be given a role in the show: she had an Act Two Scene Three dance, which has never been recorded, but which is one of the two beautiful Ravel-inspired dances Porter composed for the show.
DRCharles Pogue, I look forward to all of HERCULES on DVD. I caught bits and pieces of the broadcast, but my preoccupations and anxieties prevented all mental or emotional absorption of it. Hopefully, I will be able to rave about it when I can lay hands on a more faithful representation of what you conceived.
And now to my update: the phone rang at 7 this morning, and I knew it was either my Father or a wrong call. Surprise! It was my Father checking on me. Here's what I told him: I woke up around 2 am in great pain, and I was up and down the rest of the night. Around 3, I took two more Tylenol with codeine, and I have to go out in a bit and pick up a prescription for Vicodin.
I'll be lying down most of the day, watching DRJRand54's tape and whatever else catches my fancy. I have the feeling, from today's pains, that I won't be going far from the apartment before Friday.