It’s already been a wildly busy year, and I just covered a back-to-back pair of out-of-town shows at Chicago’s Writers Theatre and the Hudson Valley Shakespeare Festival. Not wanting to burn out, I decided to pull the plug and take Mrs. T to Bridgeton House on the Delaware, one of our beloved summertime haunts, for a week of R-&-R. Thanks to my recent orgy of work, my next two Wall Street Journal columns are written and filed and I have no more shows to see until mid-July. My plan is to dine at some nice restaurants in Bucks County, read a couple of books about which I’m not writing, watch a few movies about which I’m not writing, watch the Delaware River flow, and revel in the companionship of my beloved spouse.
Memo to the world: if you want anything from me this week, you can’t have it. Ask somebody else.