January 20, 2018

Early Saturday. Rose determined to clean the abhorrent cat box, and clean it I did, but I suspect at the expense of the rest of the day.

Email from Q that the condition of Night Music continues to deteriorate. I can’t imagine what I can do but elbow into the room and fire the director, and that would have repercussions one cannot fully imagine. Am I able to direct a show right now? Would the Theater side with me or with her? Are the techies dedicated to her or do they too feel the problem?

Meeting people at the studio in an hour. We’ll see if I can drag myself up that winding stair.