Lazy Sunday

Himself is at rehearsal. His director has decreed that rehearsals shall run longer due to Himself saying he is not available Friday and Saturday. With the show going up in a couple of weeks, I can see why they want to work as much as possible to make it run right.

That's the thing about comedies. Ya gotta work 'em hard to make them work at all.

So, Himself and I had a bathroom conversation (seems that' the only place we can complete any chat), and we agreed that to get him home earlier during the week (he wakes up for work at 4 most days) that we can give up the Fri/Sat. It may mean the squids and I go out or inflict ourselves on unsuspecting friends, but theatre is what we do now. We gotta do it right.

Kabloey is working on homework. "Look Ma, no tears!" Misterpher is working on thank you notes. "Look Ma, two done!" And the Girl is working it. "Look Ma, no shirt!"

I'm pounding away on trivial things on the computer. Just how many recipes does a body need? I have a flyer for Laughing Women set. A few updates to the Co-op website to do. And an article about DIY herbs and natural healing due. OH! And a presentation for the parents due.

Welp, I guess I oughta get my self in gear and tackle the laundry.