What a long time since my last post! The last time I went on vacation, there was a tornado in Park Slope, this time, I came home to twenty inches of unplowed snow. Somehow my presence makes the climate work correctly in my little corner of Brooklyn.

A sad farewell this New Year's Eve--my LLBean gumshoes have a breach in water integrity, a little crack on the top. I'll still wear them, I just need to be sure to use my left foot if a submerge is required. And I can't complain, I bought them in the employee store in 1983. I can't remember if I paid $2 or $3. And I mostly wore them on pavement, which they're not designed for.

Go in peace, old friends, you have served me well!

One year ago today, Scrooge! opened.

Last night, Mr. Cantor and I saw Jamie de Roy and Friends' Holiday show at the Metropolitan Room. Unfortunately, it turned into kind of a special Christmas episode of "Don't Forget the Lyrics". Everyone but the 12 year-old kid who sang "Ave Maria", a hilarious singer named Christine Bianchi, and an old pro trio whose names I forgot, had to check pages and re-start. Sally Kellerman had the most trouble. 93 year-old Celeste Holm was in attendance, bless her heart!

After some Thai food fortification, we went to Marie's and closed the joint down. As I sometimes do, I bought some yogurt pretzels on the way home. When I woke up this morning, I realized that not only had I been holding Mr. Cantor's hand, the hand he'd been daubing his draining sinuses with all night, but that I'd stuck my right hand wrist-deep in one of Marie's toilet tanks to effect a flush. (That's the tank, not the bowl!) Yuck!!!!! By this time next week, I'll either be dead, or "stronger".