Everythang.

Rehearsals are going very well. They crude, they are rude and we are lovin' it. Nancy Opel and Bryan Batt are SUPER. Nancy even brought me cottage cheese they other day. Suddenly, I am addicted to this cottage cheese with fruit. It's cheap and I guess it's good for you. So far the pineapple one is the best. They have one with raisins. Raisins scare me. Bryan plays my love interest in the play...and I do mean my, since he is using me for my money (in the play of course...GOD KNOWS I don't have money in real life). Altho, I want to kiss my tax guy right now for getting me refunds...including one from Oregon (where I did No Exit). This money is spoken for, and has been for, well, about a year. Anyhoo, work includes grantwriting and thank you letters for money we are getting because of the grande Appeal mailing...and the occasional sing-a-long, which occurs usually around 4 pm. 4 pm I have discovered is a hard hour for me. I am either crabby, tired, or giddy. I always fall into one of those categories at that magic hour.

My friend, T, went under the knife today. His pancreas needed a visit. He is in recovery and doing fine. I, too, will be under the knife again. No organs are involved. My paw will be operated in July. Thank you, Sir Druggie.