Fairytales, Old and New

Time ticks by.  The annoyance of the work struggles and the apathy toward the home continue.  But there are little victories.  News of an old play to be staged as a lock-in amidst its current setting on the day of the scheduled arrival in London.  The possibility of Christy Moore or the Strokes or a tribute to the Buena Vista pianist just before, followed up by the Globe and a Barbican 9th the day after... so a plan is hatched for the opening weekend in London that should work no matter the outcome of the DSM electric incentive choice.  Hope the performer can live up to this legend's effort.  To be watched on the return.  Now if only I could find a production of Krapp's last...

Or maybe instead, gather the gents around a computer in Greece for a watch of the John Hurt version.  Yes, that seems the way.

In other news, lunchtime concerns about Happiness Index ratings and the like allow the mind to wander.  As it did late on the weekend when inspiration struck and prompted the drafting of a fairytale bedtime story for the African on her way to Windhoek.  It is fun to spin words and create.  Less than 4 months now until the first meeting.  Let us have some writing by then.

And keep up the efforts to get this New Construction puppy settled.  Aye.