It's very quiet about the apartment today. And because of the snow, it's been very quiet outside. This afternoon I washed everything that soaked all night and I now have sox, trousers, and towels all free of blood stains.
It's time for another damned Channel 13 fund drive on PBS so my Britcoms are off tonight as well. I swear that damned PBS spends a good week a month on these pleas for money. After having worked on a PBS sponsored broadcast (Emmy winning, to boot!) for little money - because they plead poverty and it's an honor to work for nothing for them - and seeing how much money was wasted on the whims of the music director, the director/choreographer, and the producer, PBS will never get a cent from me.
So, I'm going to read a bit and crash. I have a lot of work tomorrow and a party tomorrow night.
I just got a nice message on FB from Jason Graae's partner and our friend Michele McKenzie. Jason's in Houston, I think, wreaking some Christmas mischief.