Oh dear, this is terrible. I have about 45 minutes before I have to leave for the theatre and I am SO TIRED!!! Never mind why; explanations are tiresome. For anybody just tuning in, the theatre is Ilion Little Theatre for the play I am in, Prescription: Murder. Everybody tells me I am doing a splendid job (although I don’t think anyone has actually used the word “splendid”), and I have no reason to believe they are insincere.
Me in the play, before I am dead.
I do not have any new pictures of the play to share, unfortunately, so I share this one again. What a hair-do! I tried to preserve it overnight by wrapping a scarf around my head and trying not to toss and turn too much. I had little success, then the mop got rained on this afternoon. It was, as they say, a good day for ducks. It was actually a good day to stay home, but I did not, alas.
Columbo plays his game of cat and mouse.
It may be obvious by now that I got nuthin’. Yes, I am brain dead but most somehow catch a second wind by 7:30 when the curtain opens. I will try to take some more backstage pictures for your entertainment tomorrow, on Wrist to Forehead Sunday. Then I must navigate my way through Post-Play Letdown while putting together the murder mystery Recipe for Murder Royale (preview of coming attractions). As always, I hope you will stay tuned.
Mohawk Valley Girl 