Your doyenne is occupied this afternoon getting Our Own JJ tweezed, powdered and cinched for his sojourn to Caramoor, and that’s a full-time job, my dears, because you know those venues that admit natural light can be most unkind to vain middle-aged queens. As such, La Cieca will leave you to your own devices for this week’s chat, which is probably for the best anyway, since according to Operacast at least it’s not exactly Sternstunde central. Naturally, La Casa della Cieca will welcome them of you as choose to attend.