I'm supposed to see Gaslight at the Bedford Playhouse this evening.
We shall see. I always enjoy going there, but I've got so much on my plate to get done here over these next few days that it just might not happen.
It's always an enjoyable escape, though. I should just do it. I will, however, have to go out today and fill the tank. The price of which I just now remembered might be an unpleasant surprise. Well, there's no escaping it.