Good morning, all! I will shortly head out the door for a long day of work on this Appalachian Christmas piece, I went rght to sleep, only to be awakened around 3 am with godawful allergy problems that kept me awake until around 4 am when the Chlortrimetron kicked in and I was able to get back to sleep. The pollen count must be in the deadly zone; I would swear that my entire mouth, epiglottis, and lungs are coated in a fine silt. It's most unpleasant.
Last night at Joe Allen was a real hoot, and I hadn't seen Kay Cole, who performed in a lot of benefits for the Men's Chorus, in at least 25 years. She's still beautuful and wonderful. I love Baayork Lee, and she told me to tell you hello, DR Jose! I'm hoping this day, which I think will be a bit hellish for several reasons I can't go into at the moment, doesn't go into the early evening because I do want to see Laura at the Metropolitan Room; she's a very lovely lady. I liked her,
All right, more coffee, make the bed, get out!