December 23, 2015

Slept shamefully yesterday, but it was delicious. The performance of All Is Calm was, finally, good enough, the audience large and appreciative. Also, uncharacteristically young. The beautiful young man from Amadeus was looking yet more like Hermes. Tout le monde was at Avenue M afterward. S is downstairs sleeping in the guest room (what a joy to write “guest room”) rather than hauling all the way back to Greenville. Found a way to be in Atlanta on Christmas. It is summer outdoors. We will have to pay for that. I go out and whisper to my garden, “Don’t believe it. It’s a trap.”