It’s when you are taking people to get their car at the impound lot and your entire exhaust system crashes to the pavement.

On your birthday, no less.

So, I dressed up for opening night, and nobody else did. So now, I’ve got to dress up for every show and make it seem like I’m just fancy all of the time.

Windwalkers has been rehearsing, and we have 3 more dress rehearsals. A week after we open, I have callbacks for the Shakespeare Shakedown devised show I’m directing. The following Tuesday, we start reHerschel-and-the-Hanukkah-Goblins.

In other news, I’m plugging through another Mary E. Twomey book (bless her) and learning how to hustle. It’s a process.

And in the final news, it’s almost naptime.

 

I’m out of practice. My goal for the next post is to write something that is interesting. What can I say? My standards are high.