Once, Julie Andrews could have danced all night.
Yesterday, I bought her memoir, Home, and was looking forward to reading it before bed. But, as I was checking the web, I had a brainstorm based on a conversation recently concluded, wrote that out (posting it later today) and then discovered Pajamas had posted my piece on Out‘s one-sided coverage of Washington’s gay wars, so was eager to update the blog and alert my friends.
It was well pat my bed-tie when I hit the hay. I expected to go to sleep as soon I lay down, but then I saw Julie’s book on my nightstand. All at once my heart took flight, eager to learn a thousand things about this beloved actor/singer I’d never known before.
But, I do have an idea what made it so exciting. I could have read, read, read all night.