Today = a day off.
I rose at 7, and by 8 had Samson at the doggy day spa.
Breakfast was French toast with hearty bread, and some bacon.
I paid bills, and I napped. I finished unpacking, and I repacked for the trip tomorrow. I finished laundry, and I napped.
Samson came home from the spa, and he napped.
I ate for dinner some cheap tacos from the dive down the street, and we both napped.
West Side Story at the Muny.
This evening = West Side Story at the Muny, with my student Jacob Lacopo in the chorus. I’ve heard wonderfully happy things about this particular production, and I’m glad to be seeing it!
Tomorrow = Colorado, and lunch with Beej, then three shows this week at Rocky Mountain Rep in Grand Lake, way up in the mountains, all of them with Kurt Hellerich in the cast. The shows? A Chorus Line, How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying, and Peter Pan. I return home Thursday evening for seven last days of work before sabbatical . . . .