In the jailhouse now

Today this place told me I could stay here until I die, if I wanted. It's usually called 'golden handcuffs', but it's nice to know that I have the option, even if the weather continues uninspiring.

An evening at the Kennedy Center for a couple of pints of Genius and The Abbey's new version of The Plough and the Stars. Not altogether terrible, but not altogether great either. I was invited to an afterparty with the cast in some mansion in Georgetown, but I've been sick these past few days, and felt lousy, so I went home.

RTD is in Punta Arenas, Chile, living it up in some hotel conference room.