Good Afternoon!
My breakfast was wonderful - Eggs Sarducci - sort of their take on Eggs Florentine - (from the plate up: toasted English muffin, sauteed spinach, tomato slice, egg over easy, swiss cheese) - with hash browns on the side - well, this morning, they were more like "breakfast potatoes". And it was nice catching up with Edwina again. And since it was a slow morning, I was able to have a nice, roomy booth all to myself. Plenty of room to read the morning papers.
And now I'm back in my apartment... Just watching some TV, and trying to keep from napping. I've had such a strange sleep schedule this week, I just need to stay up and reset my internal clock.
However, I do need to rearrange the kitchen so that when they fix the ceiling next week - I hope - the workmen won't be getting "stuff" all over my pots and pans. And then I will need to make some headway in my bedroom eventually... I at least need to clear a path to my closet so I can put some clothes away... and then "unclear" the path again afterwards probably.
DR DERBRUCER - Thank you for the Eden compliment. As for Assassins - it truly is one of those shows that you either love or hate. And the book seems to be the deal breaker. When I first did the show, the book drove me up the wall. But it did grow on me.
Another thing I noticed about the show - and it could apply to other shows too - is that if someone in the cast is not "on" that night, the whole mood and tone of the piece can be affected. And as much as some of the portrayals of the assassins and would-be assassins could be played totally for laughs and schtick, if there's not something "human" about them, then there's no real reason for the show, imho. What can make a production of Assassins truly frightening is when an audience member catches a spark of themselves in one - or more - of the characters on stage. The frustrations, the disappointment, the anger, etc. The only difference between "them" and "us" is that they picked up a gun and pointed it a president. -Instead of yelling to the air on the way home from work. -Writing a letter you never send. -Doing a few extra laps in the pool. -Punching a hole in a wall.
Well... I need to walk around for a bit - I can feel the "nappies" coming on....