January 20, 2020

Bitterly cold when I went out in the morning, so I went out no more. Didn’t intend to spend the day revising Sam-sam to this point, but that’s how it was spent. Maud curled on my foot is the one sufficiently warm spot. Sadly consider that my time with the Magnetic Theater was probably a brief bright moment. Their selections for the next year–and their probably permanent preference–is for the rollicking. I have many virtues as a playwright, but rollicking is not–or only so briefly–among them.  All day with Baroque opera coming out of the speakers. Never gets old.