February 15, 2013

The aged mason and his helper finished the stoop in one day. It looks rustic. I have to remember not to step on it for a while. The plumbers did not rebuild the wall. Rehearsal last night was beneficial, and enabled me to reach a level of confidence which is almost as good as actually knowing what I’m doing. The Lord High Executioner has a lovely, lyric and humane voice, which may at first sound like miscasting, but it sheds a kindly and comic light on everything.

Lunch at Plant yesterday, my first, though I’ve dined at all the incarnations of that building. Excellent Argentine wine. Conspired with the waitress to pay the bill of a young coupe who came in to celebrate St. Valentine’s Day, and were the sun itself.