octological

This time I promise I won't make you look at pictures of what I'm eating.

I am getting ready to be ridiculously busy. Starting Thursday, I may not have any days off until April 20. (Wow. I should do laundry tomorrow because I might not get the chance otherwise.) But I love it. I'm already working on the show, reading sides in auditions and conducting a last-minute search for a stage manager.

I had a chill morning, though. If I can say that about a 90 minute span where I had three cups of strong coffee, which is a lot for someone who doesn't do that much caffeine. And a waffle with chocolate. And wonderful companionship. I ate breakfast with one of my friends from college. He was in the first play I directed and put up with me for a whole year. He's in a show; I'm working on a show. Luckily, the dates overlap in a way where I can go to his and maybe he can even go to mine. It was nice to hang out and talk theatre and life. I love those sorts of interactions.

I'm drinking vegetable juice right now: beet, carrot, spinach, garlic, ginger. Robust! (But no pictures, I promised.) My roommate has a juicer and we might devolve into a ridiculous veggie-juicing, kombucha-brewing, sarong-wearing, handicrafts-making, farmer's market-shopping den of hippies. Too late.

My life is full of cheese and plays and wool. Very, very good things.