Sitting in the kitchen on a Thursday morning, waiting for my corn muffins to bake.



Tomorrow will be a New York day - meeting with the producer of the International Festival of Musical Theater from Cardiff, Wales; dropping in on Assassins rehearsal; attending a reading of a new musical by a friend down in the Village. Meanwhile, today, I'm advising students, grading papers, paying bills - trying to be (not in any hierarchical order) a good teacher, academic administrator, father, husband, citizen-artist and not feeling terribly thorough or successful in any of those efforts. I think my corn muffins are a feeble stab at domesticity, an inexpensive bite of Jiffy gratification before I descend into the bustle of my day.