First the frazzlement of traveling, then the cessation from frazzlement and rest, then the backlash of exhaustion: such was my lot yesterday. Buck and Peter went off last night to see The Lion King, and loved it. I almost wish I had gone with them, but I was in no mood to appreciate the concept of Large Broadway Musical, so I stayed behind.
Osso buco at a restaurant nearby, and then too much reading, and sleep. Completely enjoyable, and non-computerized. Who could ask for anything more? (Wait, isn’t there a Broadway song by that name? Oh, never-mind.) (Except now I’ve got the damn song in my head.)
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