At least you didn’t wake up singing McCavity (from
Cats, which is a musical from the 1980s). No. You
woke up working on the New York Project. On the
“type treatment,” you remind me (to which I reply
“What type of treatment?” even though I under-
stand that you are referencing typography; I
even remember the name of the font which
I most preferred [Aldo].).... Except. Sorry,
I can’t help myself. Now I’m mischievously
skewing our conversation (the actual conversation,
not the one not taking place right this very moment
but the one taking place as it is transpiring). And
I get it. Your blank look that so clearly conveys
how I’m not that funny. Oh dear(!). And Oh,well....
