Dress rehearsal was last night. The theory is, if things go wrong in dress rehearsal, the show will be good.
Just enough things were messed up to assure success of the show. Good stuff.
I am exhausted. And hungover. But, one more sleep, and it will all be done.
I am so stressed out and scattered that I lost my knitting. Let's hope it's in my desk drawer at work. If it's not there, it's in a taxi, and probably gone forever. I needed new sock needles anyway, right?