Boy, am I sick. Had to put out the mountains of trash accumulated over the past two weeks, but then told Susan I'm not going to walk. Sore throat and heavy cough. Feel terrible.
Jack B. called to say he had run into my visitors at SeaOaks after they left here. Funny, I was going to ask if I could take them to lunch there, but had the idea they wouldn't want to go.
Went to Manahawkikn to pick up tissues and things. Started on putting away linens and cleaning up. No rush; that will continue for awhile.
Had rehearsal last night, which went well, I think. Another called for tomorrow.
Going back to bed.