Yesterday and yesterday and yesterday
Tomorrow was today. This morning I found some of last week's thoughts. And though we open TONIGHT! and time is a jetplane, I'm still crawling around on hands and feet. So here they are, last weeks thoughts, still fresh: "A major chance operation crept into the show. Stormed in, I should say, with muddy, bloody, war-like little booties. Why? — It certainly wasn’t part of the original plan. Is this a moralistic metaphor about the sick absurdity of a death