Dear friends, this is the part of the evening where things get dangerous. I get that heavy-headed feeling I get when I fly overseas and can’t sleep on the plane at all. The urge to tilt my head back and not even sleep, just stare into space, is starting to overwhelm. Traffic is down. Comments are down. I am convinced that I am speaking an entirely different language, and badly.
I have just finished listening to Louis Armstrong sing “Mack the Knife.” I am now listening to Bobby Darin sing “Mack the Knife.” I might get through this yet.