As little as possible

The first two preview performances of the off-Broadway transfer of Satchmo at the Waldorf took place on Saturday night and Sunday afternoon at the Westside Theatre, and they both went well--very well, if I do say so myself. John Douglas Thompson got well-deserved standing ovations both times, and I came home on Sunday feeling a lot better than I did on Friday, when I flew up to New York from Orlando with snow on my heels, a show coming into town, and (as if life hadn't already been sufficiently complicated) a crippled laptop in my shoulder bag.

What next? I went to bed on Sunday and slept for twelve straight hours. Having done so, my plan for the rest of Monday is to listen to relaxing music, read an improving book, and think about nothing in particular. No deadline this afternoon, no show tonight. Life begins anew on Tuesday, but today I need a rest, and I plan to get one. See you tomorrow.

Oh, yes--if you haven't already bought tickets to see Satchmo, what's keeping you? Time's a-wasting! Go here and do so forthwith. You'll be glad you did.