My little gig as fill in SM for In Darfur went pretty well last night; I was actually more use than I thought I'd be.  I managed to figure out some coherent notes for props and costumes that perhaps might not have been addressed before, I was on book for the run through (giving lines in English, phonetically spelled out Arabic, and French!), and I did some facility based stuff, as well.  I did not, as I feared, feel useless.

I have to say, though, I'm very glad I'm not doing that show on a full time basis.  I don't know how well I'd be able to handle the heavy emotional load night after night.  I can handle tragedy, sure, no problem.  But I prefer the more personal tragedy of Romeo and Juliet or Death of a Salesman, not the hopelessness of generic hatred and genocide!  It's a powerful show, I'll give it that.  Once sound and lights are in, there are going to be more than a few goose-bump inducing moments!  I'll probably go see it when it opens.  Alone.  When I give Tommy non-fiction audio books, on any topic, he likes to say that he prefers fiction, he has enough reality in his life.  This is definitely too much reality for him.

And today, I'm bluidy cold!!!  This building's HVAC system does not handle drastic weather changes well, and cold air is pouring in through the little slit in my cage window.  I really need to consider getting a pair of these; my fingers are so stiff and sore!

Tonight is date night, and I'm teaching Tommy how to cut out patterns.  New rule: I'll sew anything he wants, but he has to cut it out.  Poor man is terrified that he'll mess everything up beyond all possibility of repair.  I keep telling him I won't let him mess up, but he's just so nervous.  He'll be fine, and so proud of his coat once it's done.  Besides, tonight we're just cutting out interlining.  If there's a place to mess up cutting, that's the one!  Don't worry, I'll take pictures!