Well..

I’m sure you’re just dying with anticipation to hear what’s up in the world of Sarah.  And to be honest, the answer is.. not much.  Yesterday was a waste of 24 hours, as it seemed that every time I fixed one thing, another thing would go defunct.  I might as well just have stayed in bed all day.. but then nothing would’ve gotten fixed.

I don’t know if anyone caught it, but as was prominently displayed on any local news station ticker, “The Anvil Tree — Classes Cancelled Sunday”.  Sorry if no one got the memo. (It tickled us plum pink.)

We finally got some heat back yesterday.  It turned out to be a small fix, and easily done.  But the guy was there until after one o’clock, and by that point, it seemed silly to go into work.  So I did what I could from home, and basically geared up for VM rehearsal that evening.

Then about ten people cancelled.  At 5:30 p.m. (Okay, so some people had cancelled earlier in the day..) And when you have a cast of 16/17 women, ten cancelling means a useless rehearsal.  So, around six, I called the cast and asked them to enjoy the evening off.

About that time, The Boy went home. 

Bryan and I just looked at eachother.  We didn’t know what to do.  We, quite literally, have spent the last month or so scheduled down to the hour, and the idea of having nothing to do .. and no pressing engagements .. and no last-minute deadlines .. really confused us.  We kept walking from room to room, as if something would present itself.. laundry, cleaning, anything.. and there was nothing.  So.. we sat down on the couch.  I opened a box of Samoas, and we talked.  It was quiet.  The house was clean.  And warm.  And it was nice.

I told you; nothing’s going on in the world of Sarah.

Now, today, however.. it’s nuts.  I’m swamped from the last-minute emergencies that kept me from work yesterday, and I’m trying to figure out how to coordinate rehearsal this evening (when I need to work late), packing for B’ham, work tomorrow and Bryan’s rehearsal tomorrow afternoon and getting us all to B’ham.. If I can just make it to March 6th, I’ll be fine.

But, you know, March 6th is a long way away..