"Timon of Athens," bravo

Just got back from London, England, where I saw the National Theatre's brilliant production of "Timon of Athens." Only kidding! I was at the Cineplex on Richmond Street, seeing it live on screen. Even more brilliant - the National Theatre just down the street. The production makes the best use of modern costumes of any Shakespeare I've ever seen - it's a story of betrayal and greed, unfettered greed, thus a story of our times. The revolutionaries in the play are Occupy kids in hoodies, their faces covered by bandanas; the oozing politicians and sycophants are in Wall Street suits. The lead role was the great Simon Russell Beale, such a funny, round little man to be a great tragic hero. And yet he is - called by one British paper "the greatest stage actor of his generation" - though Mark Rylance gives him a run for his money. Anyway, a wonderful evening of theatre.

And home by 10.

And off again first thing tomorrow morning. Mum fell in the bathroom today and is in some pain; they're keeping her in the ER for observation overnight. So when I get in to Ottawa tomorrow, I won't know where she is.

In the middle of much chaos this afternoon, including a couple of hours with the cutest, smartest, most interesting baby on the planet and his mother, I visited the friend who is editing my work. I brought what I'd manage to write over the last weeks, read and discussed. And guess what? Time to start again.

I know, those of you who've been following this endless opus must be shrieking in disbelief. How many times can a writer start a project all over again? Well, you're about to find out. Because here goes.

Well, not right now. It's late and I need to pack. But soon. I know, you're exhausted just thinking about it. Me - I just need to get through the weekend in Ottawa.

Oh, and the calcium in my blood is elevated and I need another blood test. The good thing about all this family focus is ... I no longer give a flying $@% about the U. S. election.

Only kidding.