My birthday present to myself (see below) is that I’m taking the weekend off. From blogging, that is: I do plan to hack away at the Balanchine book. But I shall post no more, forever, meaning until Monday, and if I do, don’t read it.
No promises either way about Our Girl. She’s severely preoccupied. She’ll blog if she blogs, and if she does, it’ll be worth waiting for. But don’t bug her.