June 8, 2015

Slept and then woke with a sense of alacrity. Memorizing Alexander’s House was a looming task, and now that’s accomplished, the summer lies open like a rolling plain before an antelope. The soloists are quite good. Salmon salad and vodka afterward.
   
Watched the Tony’s, feeling my own ignorance of that scene. If the excerpts were any indication, I scarcely have a single play that isn’t better than the play nominees. Sing heigh ho.