I’m a bit mired in the necessity for money-making at the moment, so all my good intentions for luxurious hedonism are sort of on hold. Still, as Ross reminds me, someone’s got to pay for luxurious hedonism. And I should have a small break in the clouds come Tuesday, when a couple of short-term deadlines will be over and I can wrestle out the crick that’s forming in my neck from all this computer-work and no play.

You will, moreover, be glad to know that Ross and I are not letting the fact that every news station in Chicago insists on describing the temperatures that will arrive tomorrow as “brutally cold”* stop us from going to the opera again. This time we’re going to get our Pinkerton syndrome on. (Some people might say I’ve already done that.)

*The news folks are also keen on the phrase “dangerously cold wind-chills.” January in Chicago is fun!