Good morning, all! Today I return to Toyland, rather like General MacArthur, plan my jaunt next week to the Library of Congress, perhaps work a bit on these fershlugenah reports for Acts Two, Three and Appendix, and then I hope to spend what's left of the day chilling out with a bit of Netflix. My father should be comfortably ensconced by now at my brother's home, and I'll check on him later today.
TOD: the most inane thing I've ever done could have been quite treacherous. I was working on a concert in the early 1990s for the Men's Chorus, and I had had been at home for a couple of days churning out orchestrations for a Thursday night rehearsal. At around 6:30, I grabbed all the orchestra parts and headed fopr the subway. While I was waiting for the train to arrive, I started thinking that I had left a large pot of boiling water, which I had been using as a a humidifier.
Since I wouldn't be home for about 3 hours, I left the subway, went back to the apartment, walked into the kitchen, looked at the empty cauldron, turned the burner on, set the empty pot back on the burner and went to rehearsal. I came back 3 hours later to find an ampty red-hot pan cooking on the stove. God knows what I was thinking.