...I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings. I'm still in Stratford, since Thursday and wow, what a great time I had, am having.

Thursday I enjoyed lunch and the afternoon with a writer friend who lives here, a little younger than I, but well past retirement age and still writing. Old authors never die; they write memoirs and advice columns. Past the first autobiographical "fiction" stage, past the second level of professional expertise, they get mixed up about the new wave of writers. It's not easy. Not only the names are different, the grammar has gone missing. Everyone has an internet brain, except you and I, and even so...

LATER: I'm home after a seminar on creating a musical, another play, and a bus ride home. I'm going to bed very soon. It was a delightful interlude and I'll report with reviews and reactions tomorrow.