I woke up yesterday morning and realized that I’d finally gotten the better of the bug that bit me. Needless to say, that’s all the more reason for me to continue taking it easy for as long as I can, since I have a lifelong habit of jumping the fences. Still, I’m sure that I’ve turned the corner, and just in the nick of time, too: I went to see Brooke Shields in Wonderful Town on Tuesday night, and tonight I’ll be going to a press preview of ‘Night, Mother, followed by The Good Body on Friday and Democracy on Saturday. Yikes!
Anyway, thanks to everyone out there in cyberspace for your comforting e-mails (all of which I’ve answered). I’ll try not to let myself get run down between now and the day before Thanksgiving, at which time I’m heading for Smalltown, U.S.A., to (A) eat turkey with my mother and (B) do as little as possible. Film-noir buffs will of course recognize the second of these as the recipe for a long, happy life. No doubt I’ll hew to it about as closely as J.J. Gittes did–though I hope not with similar results!