I keep seeing the tree shadows out of the corner of my eye and thinking that it's Mouchie, the neighbor's cat. It looks beautiful out today and I'm going to pretend that I've been waiting for this moment of perfect weather to leave the apartment, instead of acknowledging that it's my soon-to-be overdue library books actually pushing me out the door. -Zh.

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Every time I read about a new Christopher Wheeldon ballet, I dislike the "immensely prolific" James Kudelka and his marching-band-style choreography with some '70s pop psychology thrown in to distract the critics a bit more.