Late Night

The meeting didn't go as late as I had been prepared for. Guess I'll write in my blog while my hair dries.

Was sort of late to auditions. It's been a while since something makes me drop what I'm doing to respond to semi-emergencies.

Maybe serious health problems can make one appreciate life more. The hope would be that something like this turns out to be a gift of a new lease on life. I watched my friend's husband's creative film about suicide about three times last year. The fact that suicide has taken most all of the most gifted women writers has at times been worrisome.

Okay, can't stay up any longer.