Dark Night of the Stage

Rehearsals have gone wonderfully well (knock on wood) for Seven Ages. Rarely had a smoother Purgatory week, except maybe for Christmas Carol. Alleluia! Hence, we are going dark tonight (no rehearsal) - woot!

So, I'm emailing something to my home address earlier, right, and signing it "from Emily of just before 1 p.m." and it struck me how amusing it is that I'm basically time travelling sci-fi like...and aware of it. It's neat. We always wish that our earlier selves could have done something to ease a dilemma of our later selves, but in fact if our earlier selves simply DO it, then in fact we have done already what we will hope we did later.

I love time. Time nerd front and center here!

Which would explain why I've been favoriting Monty Python and "White and Nerdy." Happiness, Miss Piggy.

Going through attic tonight. Editing possibly, too. New Sorcery and Cecelia book is not as delightful as the first one although not (yet) as torturous as the second one but alas not "light, bright, and sparkling" at all. Mrprmph. Don't authors realize their duty to light bright and sparkling-deprived people? Honestly. I mean, who fails to throw the cupcake?

Mood: Mieux.
Music: Loudness, chatter, mental "Daddy Wasn't There"
Goodness is: Daddy's homemade Concord Grape Jam, because MY Daddy is here. Yay Daddiness!