An ounce of performance is worth pounds of promises. Mae West.
I'm exhausted. My day started at 2am when the amount of rain thundering over my roof dragged me out of the land of slumber so I could worry & fret in the cold dark that I would be driving in the downpour in the morning's peak hour traffic over the Gateway Bridge ~ a bridge I definitely do not like. It's high & windy & feels unsafe.
Call time was for 7.30 am. We finished just after 4pm with one half hour break; home by 6pm but Ditz & I are wiped out. Same deal tomorrow & then Saturday a rehearsal followed by 2 performances. Madness. I should have my head read agreeing to these things.