I Always Find Those Traces Of You All Around My Life

Okay, so it looks like, despite my not being hung over, I’m just too tired to do much of anything. I may go lay down and take a nap in a while, but for now, I’m just going to sit here and listen to Anthony Phillips pop songs and imagine what the first line of Departure should be. I think I’ll be calling Mom to cancel cleaning until tomorrow. I don’t fancy my odds of making it through an afternoon of cleaning with all hands on deck today. Better that they get out of my way and let me work tomorrow, I think.

Last night, there were mighty revels at the Feyhold, where we indulged in libations and licentiousness, and a smattering of Shakespeare. Well, actually, we read through the entirety of Hamlet, as it was Alex’s birthday wish to play Hamlet once before he was too old to play Hamlet any more. So we sat about and read various parts as an ensemble cast. There about seventeen of us, and most of us read at least two or three parts in various of the five acts. I played Polonius a few times, and I also dabbled in Rosencrantz, Horatio, and the Ambassador who pronounces Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are (famously) dead. Oh! and the Player King. That was surreal. I pretty much sang the part. We didn’t get home until after 2AM. My Agent (aka Dawn, my wife) was pretty wrecked. Poor Yorrick’s skull, it seems, was initially filled with a quantity of Dan Ackroyd’s tasty Crystal Skull vodka. There was also much mead drunken on her part. I stuck mainly with Guinness. I really need to buy some good scotch this year.

Anyway, after all that, I guess I’m all socialized out. Time to internalize, decompress and unwind. Maybe I’ll start the novel today. I know I have a lot of things to work on, so it shouldn’t be impossible to get some writing done, if I can just get my focus together. Might be time to retreat with the laptop and a cup of Earl Grey.

Any road, you folks have a nice weekend, and for those of you who absolutely had to work today, my sympathy and warmest wishes for a good day go with you.

Except, you, Rodney Brazeau. If you had to work, too bad. Suff! 😉


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