The devastation in Florida is shocking. We’ve been watching the news – something we don’t do very much lately – and my heavens, it’s horrific. My heart goes out to everyone who is coping with loss in the wake of Hurricane Ian.
I’m going to go into the city tomorrow to watch some of the last rehearsal before tech begins. I’ve been waiting for a run-through, but the director doesn’t work that way. He’s brilliant and he structures rehearsals a bit differently. I’m uneasy at not being able to watch a run-through and take thorough notes – that’s never happened to me before – but it is what it is. I’ll go in and observe and hopefully get enough of a sense where everyone is to give them some constructive feedback. Then I’ll go back in a week and watch a dress/tech of the entire show. I spent a good deal of time yesterday trying to figure out what exactly would be happening today and tomorrow, communicating back and forth with the stage manager and covid safety, and solidifying just how many days I have left on my contract.
So today I’m going to take it easy in preparation for the trip to the city tomorrow. Oh, and wash the bedding, vacuum, etc. I’m nearly halfway through The Ink Black Heart and I’m riveted. Though the length of the book could be daunting, it’s so readable and fascinating that I don’t really think about it anymore. If anything, it’s Don who comments on my progress.
I’ll take a Simenon with me tomorrow. They’re on the short side and always wonderfully written so I’ll be nicely occupied on the bus.
I won’t post tomorrow because I’m not sure yet what time I’ll leave. I don’t want the pressure of writing a post hanging over me. But I’ll be back on Sunday.
Stay safe.
Happy Friday.