So, I'm sitting in a hotel room in Winston-Salem. (Thank God for the wireless connection and HBO.) I'm here to supervise the remount of the opera we just closed two weeks ago in Charlotte for the local opera company. So far, it's been relatively painless, but hotel life grows old after a while. Meanwhile, my home company has already begun rehearsals for our next production -- which will have been underway for a week when I finally get back. It's a big show, and I'm a little stressed about being lost when I return. Oh, well. At least there are (checks home page) 1,014 pretty naked girls and counting to distract me for a while.
Maybe I'll go to bed before 4 am tonight. Maybe.
Maybe I'll go to bed before 4 am tonight. Maybe.