April 12, 2009

Easter.

Returned to the house moments ago, fifteen hours after I left it. What is left of the day is the grinding presence of exhaustion, though I know earlier I was moved, most deeply by the thought of Mary’s face when Christ spoke her name on the morning of resurrection. It is wrong to have no time to think of these things, forever to be racing to the next task. It is not what was intended.

Good finish to a good run of Proof. The cast party was an excellent Italian dinner at Steve and Daniel’s, high on a mountain above Waynesville. I am not a very socialized person. I never know exactly what I’m supposed to do in such a situation. A has found a host of fathers.