One More - No, Wait, Two More Sleeps.
...getting close now.
Rehearsals for this little play, which will be occupying most of my time in the next month and a half, are to begin on Tuesday. I will depart for Moncton, where rehearsals will be taking place, on Monday. Two short days to finish whatever needs finishing here, and then this life goes on hold, and i hit the road.
I had been expecting to leave tomorrow, but got word yesterday that others in the cast won't be joining us until Tuesday, so i'll go up on Monday.
I will be staying at the luxurious Comfort Inn, which i'm assured by their website has high-speed Interweb access and a free Continental Breakfast. Ah, the life of a professional actor.
Well, this is where they've told me i'll be staying. The hotel itself doesn't seem to know this yet (i called this morning and to date they have no reservation for me), but i remain unflinchingly optimistic.
Meanwhile, autumn has arrived right on cue in Saint John. Dried leaves scuttle across the sidewalks of my tree-lined street, whispering secrets as they go. The air grows crisp with a chill that's not quite unfriendly, and a kind of potpourri is hiding on the breeze, like a hundred pies about to be cooling on a hundred windowsills.
Autumn always feels slightly ominous to me, carrying as it does the promise of another wicked winter well on its way. But this one feels different. Something peaceful and optimistic about the way the summer's winding down.
I do believe i am going to miss this city while i'm gone.
But, before i can get to missing it, i've got to leave, and before i can do that, i've got to prepare. There are bags to finish packing, there's an apartment to be tidied (the last thing i'll need greeting me on my return is an unkempt home), there is a script to study. These people are paying me reasonably well to do the only thing i really love, so by heaven i can at least show up prepared.
Rehearsals for this little play, which will be occupying most of my time in the next month and a half, are to begin on Tuesday. I will depart for Moncton, where rehearsals will be taking place, on Monday. Two short days to finish whatever needs finishing here, and then this life goes on hold, and i hit the road.
I had been expecting to leave tomorrow, but got word yesterday that others in the cast won't be joining us until Tuesday, so i'll go up on Monday.
I will be staying at the luxurious Comfort Inn, which i'm assured by their website has high-speed Interweb access and a free Continental Breakfast. Ah, the life of a professional actor.
Well, this is where they've told me i'll be staying. The hotel itself doesn't seem to know this yet (i called this morning and to date they have no reservation for me), but i remain unflinchingly optimistic.
Meanwhile, autumn has arrived right on cue in Saint John. Dried leaves scuttle across the sidewalks of my tree-lined street, whispering secrets as they go. The air grows crisp with a chill that's not quite unfriendly, and a kind of potpourri is hiding on the breeze, like a hundred pies about to be cooling on a hundred windowsills.
Autumn always feels slightly ominous to me, carrying as it does the promise of another wicked winter well on its way. But this one feels different. Something peaceful and optimistic about the way the summer's winding down.
I do believe i am going to miss this city while i'm gone.
But, before i can get to missing it, i've got to leave, and before i can do that, i've got to prepare. There are bags to finish packing, there's an apartment to be tidied (the last thing i'll need greeting me on my return is an unkempt home), there is a script to study. These people are paying me reasonably well to do the only thing i really love, so by heaven i can at least show up prepared.
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