I am now officially ensconced in Smalltown, U.S.A., where I’ve set up my iBook on a card table in the guest bedroom (which used to be my bedroom, back when I wasn’t a guest), and I’m speaking to you by way of a dialup connection so slow that you can hear it creak. As a result, I will not be checking my blogmail until I return to New York on Thursday, so please don’t be offended.
Job One: sleep late. After that, I have quite a few postings bouncing around in my head, and I’ll write them as the spirit moves me. I might even do some work on the Balanchine book. And I think I’ll have a piece in Tuesday’s Wall Street Journal, subject as always to the vagaries of newspaper scheduling.
All this and more after I wake up, O.K.?