Thursday, January 27, 2005
Sunny and bitterly cold
It’s estimated that it is 15 below today. I dread going in to the city. I don’t trust the train line at all after Tuesday night’s little incident. I decided I will file a complaint with the Attorney General’s office. Enough already.
Had to toss some of the work on Glam Hearts, so I haven’t made much progress. Haven’t finished the rewrite of the Lindisfarne article, either, but I’m close. It’ll be the weekend before that goes out, and that’s simply the way it is.
A little down today, but I think it’s because I caught a chill Tuesday and I’m fighting the beginning of a respiratory infection. Hopefully, I’ll win the fight. My back and neck are still sore, but some time without working with heavy clothes on the raked stage will help. I’ll put in a call to my acupuncturist and see if I can get in soon. Mourning yesterday’s high death toll in Iraq adds to the despair. The next few days will be the bloodiest we’ve seen yet, without a doubt.
I’m getting my hair cut in a bout an hour, which should lift my spirits (I can be such a cliché sometimes, but a good haircut does a lot to lift the blues). Mentally, I need to start looking ahead towards next week’s classes. I need to do some photocopying for the Dialogue Workshop, but I feel good about the preparations for that one. And the Time and Space to Write is about working solitary in a room full of people. I’m going to work on Ransagh during those classes, and we’ll use some time at the beginning and end of each class to brainstorm about places where we’re stuck.
Back to Angel Hunt, and then to the theatre. I feel about as inspired as wilted lettuce, so today is about technique.
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