It turned out to be a beautiful balmy July evening, with a big moon rising over the Park. Kline was really good. So were Meryl Streep and Christopher Walken and John Goodman and Marcia Gay Harden, and Natalie Portman as the titular bird. But Philip Seymour Hoffman as Konstantin, who is in love with her, ach! He slayed me. He was so raw and sad and heart-breaking that I cried throughout the entire last act of the play. Sat on the bleachers with my hands clamped over my mouth and tried not to sob out loud.
And since then, whenever I've talked about it, I've told people that if I ever bumped into him, I would thank him for making me cry like that. There is no more chance of that now. So sad.
Took the day off from work because one of my cats has a dental appointment, which means I just dropped her off at the vet's and will need to pick her up again mid-afternoon. Until then, here is my To-Do list for today:
go shopping for some groceries, and for cat litter