Good morning, all! I slept late because I can, and now I am bathed, dressed and on my first cup of coffee contemplating today's events. I may wander down to City Center and help Joshie with a question he has on a Saint-Saens piece he is orchestrating for the Encores! Gala. Tomorrow I have a return visit to my dermatologist, and today's wide open.
Last night I watched the first episode of AMERICAN FAMILY HORROR STORY, or something like that, on FX. I think I liked it. I may watch it next week.
Was that show about the Macbeths? If not, then the show did not live up to its name.
Lady M is truly a horror. Macbeth is a fool.
I believe that Macbeth has called me several times since my birthday and hung up when I didn't pick up the phone. I've been meaning to verify with Randy that it's his cell phone number.
I don't know what he wants to talk about, unless it's to tell me once again what an inept idiot I am, or how I never should have been executor for my dad's estate or deserved to inherit anything; I've heard it all before and that was enough. He will never get the opportunity again to communicate those thoughts to me.
I doubt it's to apologize for stealing from me and Randy or for lying to us, or his treatment of our dying father. if he's feeling some fraternal connection at this point, that's his problem. I stopped crying over him in 2007. I do not expect a sincere apology since there have been too many that were bogus. I suspect he's calling on his cell because he doesn't want Lady M to know. What a pussy.
