It's now the 7th week of the feast of the mangled humerus and the fun is actually decreasing, if possible. They've been replacing the cast with a nice, new, tight, white, clean one every couple of weeks, which feels great at first, but then your arm continues to shrivel and eventually to flop around inside the cast and everything turns awful. I'm going in on Thursday for fresh X-rays and of course I have high hopes as far as getting the cast off, or at least getting a smaller one put on, but I'm keeping my expectations low, low, low. Also this is the worst hay fever I've had in decades, which is why I happen to be up and writing at this silly hour. I think the pollen is most active at this time of day. But at least I'm not complaining about my bowels, God bless them, and anoint them in blessed bowel balm.
We've had some out-of-town Mikados, and Maggie gets better at every show. She vomited on Sunday on the bus back from New Haven because the driver wouldn't pull over on 9th Ave, and let us jump out. I'm sure he had his very fine reasons. Next NYGASP is Pirates, June 2 & 3 at the Wolf Trap Festival in Vienna, Virginia. I'm almost sure my cast will be off and that there will be much rejoicing, with fireworks in the evening. Wolf Trap is very fun. Immense, outdoor audience with access to booze.
I haven't sneezed in almost half a minute, so will try to sneak upstairs before my head explodes again.
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