Mrs. T and I are giving ourselves an eight-day-long vacation, starting this morning. Yes, we’re going away, and no, I’m not going to say where. I’m only just starting to get the hang of taking time off after a lifetime of overwork, and one of the things I figured out after our most recent coop-flying experiment is that vacations should not be conducted in public. So we’re going to keep ourselves to ourselves this time around. If you should happen to see us tooling town the road, feel free to say hello–but be so kind as not to tell anyone else, O.K.?
In case you’re wondering, I filed Friday’s Wall Street Journal drama column last week and pre-posted the usual almanac entries and theater-related stuff. Beyond that, though, I intend to have nothing to say about anything, whether here or on Twitter. I need a rest–badly.
Our Girl and CAAF will be taking up the slack this week. I’ll return next Tuesday. Have fun while I’m away.
Terry Teachout on the arts in New York City
