I'm quickly finishing off a cider before heading to my seat at the Lansburgh production of Richard III. I'm prepared to be disappointed; nothing can top the Stacy Keach production I saw at the Folger almost 15 years ago now. But Nick Knight as the bad guy? Had to catch that.

Spent 2 hours scooping poop this morning. So glamorous. Best Friends sent out a call to help a lady in Oakton who rescues ferals. Has 40 of them. In a townhouse. I do not envy her, but they were very sweet. And there was some head scritching involved with the braver ones. As I left, I notice this was the cross street. I think she approved.