Just back from the premiere of Our American Friend, funny & interesting in a lot of ways, didn't care that much for the music. Got a call from friend who just got married while that was going on, left me feeling unaccountably nervous, like something awful had happened. Checked my voicemail after the show, was thanked for the wedding gifts. Strange bird, I am.

Had some insightful thoughts while the opera was underway, I think, but have now forgotten them, will have to make do with their traces.

Off to read some pulpy scifi about collectors of pulpy scifi.