The last 24 hours or so have been, um, hectic. I went to Central Park last night to see As You Like It, arose early this morning to write, edit, and file my review, ran several thousand errands, jumped in a cab at the last possible minute and raced to Penn Station to take the last possible train to Washington, D.C., took another cab from Union Station in Washington to the National Endowment for the Arts, spent the next six hours in meetings (during one of which dinner was served), took yet another cab to my hotel, checked in, turned on and plugged in my iBook, read and responded to 67 e-mails, and now am blogging at last. Did I mention that ArtsJournal’s blogging platform was down this morning, making it impossible for me to post prior to hitting the road? Or that the temperature in New York and Washington today was in the approximate vicinity of hellacious? Or that the air conditioner in my expensive hotel room is not adequate?
Anyway, I’m done, and I’m about to go to bed. I’ll try to post something worth reading at some time or other on Wednesday, but I’m not good for anything more tonight. Do forgive me–I spent the whole day selflessly serving you, the American taxpayer. (If you’re not an American taxpayer, I spent the whole day not serving you. Tough.) Now I shall sleep the sleep of the just.
Later.
P.S. In case you didn’t notice, four of the Top Fives are new this week. Read ’em.