One of my favorite photos ever – from yesterday’s train ride south on the Hudson River. It was a rainy day and quite foggy. I snapped and snapped (with the iPhone) until I got the shot I wanted; mysterious, fog-shrouded, beautiful.
What is it with the person who gets on a train for a ride that will be approximately 90 minutes long, pull outs her phone, and proceeds to have a loud conversation that lasts the entire length of the train ride, stopping only when we go through the tunnel that will lead us to Grand Central because she lost the call? And the whole conversation was in a different language. It amazes me, the self-absorption of those who think all the other passengers are perfectly willing to put up with a loud conversation. That it’s their right to conduct a loud conversation. It’s so rude. Anyway, at this point, I was tired and I didn’t want to find another seat in another car, I knew this would be my last train trip for a while (thank goodness) and I shoved my ear buds in my ears and listened to one of my playlists.
That’s why I love the bus. The drivers make no bones about the fact that they’ll kick you off the bus if you have a prolonged, loud conversation. And the seats are more comfortable, to boot!
The run through went very well, though everyone seemed a bit tired. Tomorrow, they move into the theater.
Another shot from yesterday’s journey.
Don is feeling a bit better. He has a virus of some sort, though his is different from mine. I’m demanding that he take it easy and rest. There will be a lot to do in the next week. At this point, he’s scheduled to leave a week from today, but that’s fluid. He may stick around a couple of days longer. We’ll see.
I’ve got a week and a half before I go back to the city to work on Anastasia – this time for 6 days, staying in a hotel. I can’t wait to see it on stage.
It’s International Women’s Day. #neverthelessshepersisted.
Let’s just stick this in the post as a reminder to those (temporarily) in power: