September 16, 2015

Hideous drive to Waynesville last night– traffic jammed practically from the moment we turned onto the freeway, intensified by a truck that had burned to its wheels, sealing the eastbound lanes of 40 for ten miles anyway. Tried to get the rehearsals back in Asheville, but the one of us–one of five–who lives in Waynesville snapped, “I signed up to do a play in Waynesville.” The land around us was so beautiful we almost forgot the irritation. The rehearsal was pretty awful, too, I didn’t know my lines as well as I’d thought, and I felt awkward on stage. Second time through was better. Home in the darkness. Didn’t realize there were stars until I was standing in my own yard.