Because of an intolerable lack of sleep for several days, this morning my body said to hell with that noise and slept till noon — twelve hours — which I haven't done since I was a teenager. That explains my a.m. absence, which I felt bad about; I always try to get something up seven days a week. Then my lady friend and two of her friends and I attended a professional touring performance of "Arsenic and Old Lace" at Oakland University (Birmingham, Mich.), which was quite good, except for Mortimer, who bounced around the stage as though he was on a powerful amphetamine. That preceded a crab-stuffed shrimp dinner with a nice Merlot (naturally, I wasn't buying).

And with that, I didn't miss posting something today, after all. See you in the morning.