February 21, 2009

Spent yesterday as an invalid. Did go to rehearsal, but I must have looked like something left over after a massacre. The pain is not gone, but I think I can get a shoe on, or step on a pinecone without screaming. Maybe a limp will engender sympathy at the recital this afternoon.

Drove Trinity to Waynesville for the Proof rehearsal, the first time we’ve had for an extended conversation. She told me about who was in love with whom the last few years in the theater scene. I am never on those lists. Hobbled out into the auditorium so I could watch A in action.