let it be known throughout the land that my brother will be arriving tomorrow night. i can say tomorrow, since i am writing this after midnight. his absence has seemed longer since his distance was greater and his adventures more numerous. perhaps he will grace my blog with an account of his visit to the north pole or some other such wonder. we shall see. meanwhile, i have just finished day six of my ten-day workweek, a streak of intense book dealing all in the name of said brother's immanent arrival. i'll have three days off together this way. it is a good thing. a very good thing. :) also meanwhile, i must apologize to all of you for whom i owe a phone call or an email. there are even several who have christmas presents sitting in the back of my car. someday soon, i will return to earth and attend to you. someday soon.....
Kathryn, do NOT be jealous of me going to the opera. It was weird. They were wearing these bulky animal costumes and clonking boots which might have been okay except that their footsteps drowned out the sound of the orchestra (Oh look! A band!). The plot was supposed to be about the circle of life or something deep, but it really seemed to be more about animals getting it on. It was an opera, though, so plot really shouldn't matter as long as the music is good. It wasn't. I mean, it wasn't BAD - but most of the singing was monotonous, the orchestration was unremarkable, and I hope to heaven no one from the production reads this. It would be so disheartening! They were all skillful - I just wasn't interested in the piece itself. But then, I have only ever seen very classical sorts of pieces. The Marriage of Figaro. Samson and Delilah. And I was listening to Puccini before leaving the house! What do you do? But then again, I was distracted by my seating companion. Five so
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