Well, today's been a quiet day. Few visitors. Very few calls at work.
Since my trip to Marie's, I've been in a singing mood. Mostly old Broadway. Porter, Gershwin, that crowd. Bad part about that is that I tend to sing out loud when I'm not thinking about it. Kind of the way some people whistle. So if you see some big, bearded guy walking down 6th Ave. singing the Merman part from 'You're Just in Love' to himself, that, sadly, would be me.