I did not have a particularly Wrist to Forehead Sunday. I had a pretty good Sunday with a good rehearsal for Curtains for Frangelica. To make my late Sunday post a little happier, I just figured out what I did to make my post look so odd as I type it. I went from “Visual” to “Text.” Let me try to add a picture to see if I really solved the problem.
My delightful cast.
The picture also denoted passage of time while I went and got more coffee. I actually put on coffee last night instead of waiting till morning to do it, as I have regrettably been doing lately. It is interesting how often one can say, “Oh, I’ll do it later,” then later be annoyed one did not do it at the time. And yet one never learns. One being me, of course. I am sure any number of you have learned that lesson and are feeling rather smug right now (you know who you are). But I digress.
I had thought this blog might become All Curtains for Frangelica All the Time, with our performance set for this Saturday, Oct. 12, but apparently I am more into typing inanities about coffee and procrastination.
Still one writes what one can, even if one fears that, as Truman Capote once said, That’s not writing, that’s typing. Once again, one being me.
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