When you've been feeling gloomy - crummy, even - sometimes all you need is a little shot of pure adrenaline. Enter Miss Ann Miller, stage right.
I don't know about you, but just thinking about Annie, let alone catching her in a new-to-me fab number - and then let alone starting out in a truly superb opera cloak (quickly doffed, as substantial garments so often are in Ann Miller numbos) - makes the skies a little clearer. Her partner here is percussionist extraordinaire Jack Costanza, and I think they make quite a pair.
I do apologize for being so dour yesterday. Today's news hasn't done all that much to brighten one's outlook, true, but at least on the home front I finally gave in and went to the doctor's. Apparently I don't have just some vague Spring Ick, but instead a rather flourishing respiratory infection. As a result, I've been dosed up with antibiotics, told to refrain from further excursions downtown to Golden Handcuffs for the moment (I did go in this morning, and it was the colleagues who promptly put me in a car and sent me off for medical attention), and, best of all, given not just a prescription strength cough syrup, but one laced with - such heaven! - codeine.
So maybe it's a combination of some fierce tapping and just a soupçon of narcotics that are making things seem just a shade rosier. I don't care why - blue has never been my favorite color, and I think I'll try to leave it behind for a few days, if the fates allow...