We made it upstairs for the show in good time, but "The Devil You Know" from Lost Soul Music (six short, new musicals, presented two a night) was so dull we hurried out afterwards, figuring more sleep was better than the now very remote seeming possibility that something interesting might happen on stage in the second half.
I got in bed at a decent time (read Coram Boy all the way on the train - I've been enjoying it a lot), slept like a rock, but for some reason woke up feeling sad and weepy. Well, all things considered, the blues hit like a sack of bricks around 4 PM so it can't be much of a surprise ... they don't normally walk away because they got bored. So I'm thinking, wow, it's been a whole month since I last went on vacation, and more than a month before I get another day off work ... damn, I could use some time off work. Instead, off I go in the cold and wet. At least it's warming up a little bit. Can it be spring now, please?
