I had an interesting meeting this morning with one of the young playwrights I'm thinking of sponsoring. He seems to think there will be requirements beyond the production of plays. He looked positively hurt when I declined his favors. I'm glad he didn't make (much of) a scene though, we were at one of my favorite diners and I'd have hated to have to not go there for a while. Anyway, he left, and I got to enjoy my breakfast. He's a talented writer, but I'm not sure his talent is enough to make this sort of behavior worthwhile if he gets emo next time.
Sasha, love? This brings up a thought: I need a real office soon. Remind me to look into that this week?
I bought myself some flowers today while I was out on my walk with Casey. I got
stephanotis and orchids, for my happy marriage and desire for many children. They smell so pretty. I got loads of Queen Anne's lace from the neighbors. They seem to think it's a weed. Silly mortals. At least Sasha will enjoy it.
I should
check in on Sean in a few days.
I'll be out tomorrow, for the morning at least.
Mockingbird with Fez, Ursula Vernon.
I need something to keep me busy tonight.