Last night---

found myself tired after two sessions (both of which I feel were incredibly productive and filled in some good spaces for the students whom I work with) so simply grabbed a slice of pizza, then a large fruit drink and finally some pound cake and returned home to the apartment. Before long I was asleep, waking only slightly until around 1 A.M. This happens often--and usually the next 4.5 hours (I usually start to get ready for the day around 5:30) are half waked---half sleep. This is the time that I have a constant dialogue with myself---taking things apart, letting my memory take me to the past,  trying to figure out what the next day will bring. When I leave the apartment, whether I am going to Friends or just to get my coffee from around the corner (and read the Times in the hotel next door) something changes---life becomes "real" again.
  Went to the Johns Hopkins Barnstormers page yesterday. This is the Hopkins theater group that, a long time ago, I was President of. It was my last year at the college. Their fall production was a play by John Patrick , called The Curious Savage. The playwright was popular in the forties and fifties---kind of a "one level above" Neil Simon. I saw one his really great successes called The Teahouse of the August Moon, when I was 11. A comedy that took place in post World War II Japan, David Wayne played Sakini, a charming Japanese interpreter for the Americans. Lots of fun, I had read a lot about the play, but not having seen that many non-musicals, was excited to be there. It was the first time I saw the actor Paul Ford, a marvelous comedian, great at playing the "flummoxed" middle aged man. He later played Colonel Hall on the tv show You'll Never Get Rich, which starred Phil Silvers. I know nothing about The Curious Savage, a strange choice, maybe it is a little more serious then the plays of Patrick that I know about. Certainly he was a good craftsman, perfect for that era.
  Tonight will meet a friend who is also a teacher at Friends for a beer after some session. Looking forward to that--tomorrow there are no classes at Friends, so I can wake up knowing I don't have to listen to the text machine ring. A kind of freedom, maybe I can actually do something in the evening. Will report soon.