I don't have to run around.

Yes, we are no longer subzero. And yet, the change in temperature, rising above freezing, has caused you typical, boring, unhappy sinus pressure and pain. Running yesterday would have been nice, but napping was much preferred. Ditto this afternoon, and so I run at night.

Temperature: 32°
Pavement: Just don't talk to me.
Distance: 3.4 miles

This weekend I saw two plays which I enjoyed very much (The Aliens at Dobama and The Importance of Waiting for the Eagle by Robert Hawkes at CPT) and there was also much chat on my part all day Friday with those I spent time with about where my head is, currently, regarding the state of Cleveland theater.

That night I had a dream I was attending a show produced by a certain theater company in town where absolutely nothing happened. At the outset were we shown our seats, which were like airline seats, cramped and uncomfortable. We were handed pens and one of the performers whispered something in our ear and told us to write it down but had provided no paper. I wrote on my jeans, the person next to me took of their fleece and wrote on that.

After that I was escorted to a corner, and nothing else happened. No one did anything. It was dark, but at least I was not alone. I will admit it was reminiscent of their recent work.

Later that evening (in the dream) I went to see a performance by Cleveland Play House which was being held in an office, but I was late and they wouldn't let me in. You can interpret that one any way you choose.

1967 Playlist
Blindman - Big Brother and the Holding Company
(Your Love Keeps Lifting Me) Higher and Higher- Jackie Wilson
All Tomorrow's Parties - The Velvet Underground
Some Kind of Wonderful - Soul Brothers Six
Magical Mystery Tour * - The Beatles
Cold Sweat Pts. 1 & 2 - James Brown
Pleasant Valley Sunday * - The Monkees

1967 ~ The year The Monkees produced better singles than The Beatles.