This is the last morning for the next eight days that I can do this, my morning routine. Wake up next to Nan, the Fat Bunny curled at the foot of the bed, stagger to the kitchen, make the coffee, smoke a cigarette in the stairwell, turn on the old laptop, check the email and the Times, type something up for the blog. We're on the whirlwind tour starting this afternoon, three cities on two continents in eight days. Philly tonight, off to Edinburgh tomorrow, home briefly late Tuesday and Chicago on Thursday. Technically home on Wednesday, but we'll be all jet-lagged and weird.
Checking the paper today, Bobby Fischer dead. One of the last rebels. Up there check-mating God, let's hope. Also, more Cheney craziness. The guy's like Stalin, sometimes.
Want to take the time to publicly name, thank and praise the actors we didn't cast for the Overlord workshop. Nancy and I truly had such a good time seeing and working with these people on Wednesday. Anyone looking for some attractive young talent in this city, you could do a lot worse than:
Emily Loeb, Amanda Sayles, Jessica Chandlee Smith, Kate Fabel and Jenny Zerke.
And Brandon Woolcot, Matt Schock, Kyle Fabel, Scott Price and Patrick Taylor.
Some seriously good actors, those.