The show is up. Opening night went very well, with a good audience and a nice reception afterwards. Now I can finally relax a little. Tonight’s plan: let my assistant director take care of the show, go home, get into my PJs, and curl up with either a cozy book or a cozy movie. Most of which I will sleep through. Or, as my friend Rebecca put it, “I’m going to happy hour, and you’re going to be pregnant.”
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