Wed. March 27, 2024: We Still Have Icicles
image courtesy of M. via pixabay.comWednesday, March 27, 2024
Waning Moon
Rainy and raw
Half the time, lately, with all the scheduling and posting and whatever, I have no idea on what day I actually sit in!
Today’s ANGEL HUNT episode:
Episode 123: Making Didieron Uncomfortable
Lianna and Gaston confront Didieron Custer.
Today’s DEADLY DRAMATICS episode:
Episode 81: Re-Meeting Cute
Tom plays mind games with Nina again. She goes to the bookstore for comfort – and runs into Zack on Christmas Eve.
I got the laundry folded, sorted, and put away. Got the garbage out. Wrote the book review and got that out the door.
Did some budget work for the big grant. Someone offered me free space to have a reading if/when this particular grant happens, so I can mark that as “in kind” on the budget, rather than an additional expense. A local theatre acquaintance, with whom I was talking about the budget, reminded me that partnering with a local theatre doesn’t mean a typical 8-show week for performance, like I’d have in NYC, so that helps the budget, too! However, looking at comparative budgets, I don’t feel those are realistic. Mine has higher numbers, but it’s based on what things cost (and paying everyone involved fairly).
A call for applications to another residency landed on my desk, and I sent that one off (after asking two friends for letters of recommendation, which they were happy to do). Most residencies have dropped the recommendation letters, but some still want them.
I got out a play submission, too.
Turned around a script coverage.
Did both hours of yoga. The gentle yoga is always great; the yoga for fitness kicked my ass, as it’s supposed to. I am the least fit in the class, but if I keep showing up, at least I’ll make progress. And it’s not like anyone is snarky or anything. Everyone’s focused on their own work. I just feel incompetent most of the time. I need to get out of my own way.
Dipsy Doodle actually left me enough room to park. Imagine that.
Leftovers for dinner, and then some reading. I started reading poet Donald Hall’s memoir UNPACKING THE BOXES at the laundromat and continued. It’s fascinating.
Didn’t sleep particularly well. Woke up to Tessa and Charlotte having a furball hurling contest. Yes, we’re in shedding season. Lots of vacuuming and hurling furballs. Oh, joy.
I have to get my act together writing more LEGERDEMAIN today. My subconscious has moved on from the serial version, and it’s hard to get my head back in that game to give it a satisfying finish. But I need to get it done.
So that’s the priority today. I also have to go to the pharmacy, get a few things at the grocery store, and do a big drop off/pick up at the library. More script coverages, and then tarot (unless the weather grows so vile I refuse to go out this afternoon). Contest reading and cleaning, too. The computer is running very badly today, which is frustrating.
Have a good one!
