A touch of crainial-sacral work, some fresh air and a fire in the stove make for an improved Tam.  The wool batting surrounding my brain seems to be subsiding.  I will return to work tomorrow,as I can't afford to take the remainder of the week off.  I'm sure I can do ok if I pace myself.  Though, truth be told, I like to do better than ok by the folks with whom I share care.

Many murder cases on the docket per the Television news tonight.  They aren't happening now, the murders I mean.  These are coming to trial from last year.  March and November are the pits here and defy one to remain upbeat and cheerful.  The pictures of shackled, shuffling feet and faces filled with?what?  I can't name the feeling, I can't identify it within myself, yet I see it on their faces care of channel three news and know there's a place in my soul that could go there.

On a more uplifting note, the UVM men's basketball team has made it to March Madness two years in a row.  There's something about this that has folks chatting each other up about topics other than the weather.  After all, folks, it's March in Vermont, there's snow on the ground and more on the way.  Buck up!

Tomorrow I will work with Hip Guy on our scene.  It's due for presentation on Tuesday and we've missed precious time what with me bonking myself upon the head.  I've got to get the rest of those lines down.  He's going to Rhode Island this weekend,so Thursday and Friday night it's do or die.

Meanwhile, Trooper continues to Fuss with our scene.  He's taking every nuance in Hamell's work and trying to write it into the script that he insists we should revise.  When he was here the other night, I blew his mind by crying during the read through.  I wonder what it will be like when wearethisclose and ineachother's faces.  No garlic that night.

Time for a shower and lines.

Blessings.