Out on Biscayne Boulevard, after the concert at the Arsht Center, I saw my first "I'm a nasty woman" T-shirt. (It was not being worn by the featured soloist, Renee Fleming.) Minutes later in the car, reading a headline on my smartphone and not, unfortunately, channeling Harry Caray, Hania said: "Holy Cow, the Cubs are going to the World Series."
At home we watched the debate on Saturday Night Live. Listening with my eyes closed, after putting in my eye drops, I was struck by how much like Clinton Kate McKinnon sounds, something you don't notice while watching her physical antics. I tried closing my eyes a few times during the concert, but I was afraid people would think I'd fallen asleep.
