Thanks to all who commented yesterday on my bizarre, 3-hour night of sleep. Both dogs are up right now, but that’s after I slept like a rock and my alarm woke me up. I’ve already milled this morning…now time to get going or I’ll be late, and we CAN’T HAVE THAT.

Hugs to you all!

I’ve just been up with dogs since 1:53 a.m., because their insides were about to fall out and they needed to get outside, quick. (What on earth did the Thriller feed them before bed last night?) Of course, they came in and went right back to snoozing, and here I sit…

Are you able to go back to sleep once you’ve been awakened? I wish I were, but no dice. Once I’m up, the brain starts to wander hither and yon, and the day has begun. I actually went back upstairs at 3 and turned on the Nook to hopefully read myself to sleep for two hours, but by 4:00, I just bagged the whole thing and went down to the treadmill. Now it’s 5:35, and after some vanilla Greek yogurt with raspberries and a mug of café mocha, I’m ready to hit the shower, the road and the you-know-what.

But here’s something nice: we’re halfway to the weekend. Looking forward to Friday and Sunday (my only days “off”), then the push to opening night.

Is it time to go home now?

Two is a nice, round number. I like two. I like having two of things, like two favorite coffee mugs. I like eating two helpings of dinner sometimes, or two cookies or two pieces of cake.

Right now, we have two dogs in the house (we’re puppysitting for friends for a few weeks while they’re in Europe). I have two different browsers open at the moment, and I’m on my second mug of café mocha. It took me 2×3 hours yesterday to complete our 2-page program for the show.

Two is the number of weeks left until Joseph opens, and two (and eventually, 2.5) is the duration of each rehearsal that remains, with the exception of the tech rehearsal this Saturday, which runs 2×2 hours.

Two is also the total number of free days I have over the span of the next fourteen.  That means a lot of trying to push three grandsons — and their parents’ busy schedules — into two visits.

Can this be done? I think so. I just need a few hours to work out the details.

Like, two.

Can you tell we open in 2 weeks?

And by “one of those,” I mean “mornings when you get up thinking it’s Friday.”

Yeah, that was today.

And j’ever have one of those evenings when you’re three quarters of the way home from work (I have a 22-mile drive), and you realize you forgot something really important, and it’s too late to turn back to get it?

Yeah, that was last night.

But then, j’ever get some really good news when you got home, and it made it all better?

That was last night, too. Rousseau had a great visit with our new vet, and the Thriller and I are very pleased with the outcome, the treatment plan, and the prognosis. Yay!

So that’s not so bad after all. Anything fun happen to you yesterday? Today? At least *tomorrow* is Friday. But for now…the shower, the road, the school house, the rehearsals. Happy Whatever Day It Is!