And I am home! I had hoped to be out of Toyland by 1:30,but by the time I finished up the vocal score edits and tidied up for Friday, it was 2:30. There's an unwritten law that as soon as I leave the building on 27th Street and head for the bus stop, the bus comes and I miss it trying to cross Sixth Avenue. So, I had to wait for the next bus, and then at Broadway and 60th I kept wondering where the hell the 104 buses were. Now I know: 8th Avenue has been closed off because of attempts to rescue stranded window washers hanging off the 46th floor at 57th Street.
Now . . . a trip to the post office. There must be a full moon!