Κρὴς γενεὰν Βρόταχος Γορτύνιος ἐνθάδε κεῖμαι
οὐ κατὰ τοῦτ' ἐλθών, ἀλλὰ κατ' ἐμπορίαν.
I that lie here am Brotachus of Gortyn, a Cretan born,
and I came not for this but on business.
I've been away. You noticed? Okay, so you didn't notice, but we flew to New York last Mon for a bit of opera and company. Had a wonderful time until Thur night when we both came down with the flu; we spent the next three days in bed. We flew home today and Mrs. B, poor thing, went straight from the front door to her PJs. And yes we had flu shots, of course we had flu shots; these New Yorkers are tough.
I learned--I suppose you knew--that if you surrender your opera tickets before the show, you can get a charitable deduction? I like to think we've done out bit to cushion the losses suffered through the Bass divorce.
Actually, it's not just the flu. I've been thinking lately that I blog too much. I may blog about that, too. More tomorrow, perhaps.