April 17, 2020

Contemplating my at-one-time-preferred-vocation as a playwright. Will there be theaters when the plague is ended? Can the habit of going to live theater–never very strong–be revived? Will people want playwrights and new plays, or will they want to see West Side Story again and again? In the face of the variety of suffering inflicted by all this, it is a small matter. But there is time to think about everything.

Planting and gardening in the evening light, hibiscus and flowering maple. Severe and disappointing freeze damage from the last couple of nights.