I slept until noon this morning. Noon! I never sleep until noon! Actually, I woke up at 8.30a and went to the bathroom, then got up again and got the Kleenex, then got up again and went to the bathroom, then basically bludgeoned myself back to sleep, because I had got to sleep so late.

So yesterday was all about the shopping and the spending of the money for the show.

I was going to get a Norwegian newspaper or die trying. A Swedish girl in Love Creek told me about Scandinavia House, sort of a meeting place/museum of Scandinavia in New York City, so I went there first. They had no newspapers, but suggested the Hudson's News in Grand Central, and also, in passing, the Norwegian Church.

I tried Grand Central first, but just like the other eight newsstands I had gone to already, Scandinavia might just as well not have existed, although at least it represented more than just Italy, France, England and Spain.

So I decided to give the Norwegian Church a shot. I called Information, got the address, got there, but no-one answered the buzzer. So I called Information again, got the number and called. The woman who answered said that she didn't really work there and that she was all alone because everyone who really did work there was off at a convention in another city. But she agreed to let me in and discuss my newspaper needs.

She said that they get the papers, but they save them to give to the ships (???), but then a guy came in (who didn't work there either!) and he said that they had just thrown out a whole bunch and we went to the garbage can and there were just masses of papers!

They started going through them and arguing whose hometown had better newspapers, and the guy said that Ibsen was from Bergen, so I had to have one of those, and I fair staggered out of the place under the weight of all of those newspapers.

Then I needed Christmas stuff for the mantle and the tree, but fortunately there is a lovely year-round Christmas store in Rockefeller Center, apparently for people who do Ibsen shows taking place at Christmastime in October!

Most of what they sold was either very modern, very expensive or very crappy, but I found some lovely velvet ribbon to wrap around the tree (I do this at home, actually), some red balls that both looked relatively period and were made of plastic and wouldn't shatter, and some fake branches and holly to put on the mantle.

It was an afternoon well-spent.

Also yesterday was the first day that it was cold enough to wear socks and shoes rather than sandals. And of course it was the day that I walked all over town! Between the walking, the wearing shoes for the first time since May and the fact that the shoes were new, my heels were bloody shreds by the end of the day.

Today I'm wearing socks and sandals, I don't care how much I look like a German tourist.

Today's horoscope:
You're king or queen of the hill. Love, money and art fit naturally into the blank spaces of your perfect picture. You're the most reasonable person around. You'll win however you define winning.

One year ago today:
I said that the only reason that I got one is because the nurse and I bonded over the need for lollipops after the trauma of a shot no matter what your age.

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