Of course, I am sick after all...

I have some sort of low-grade fever and the throat and the nose and the this and the that, and I'm getting no sympathy from the rest of the cast, since they're all at death's door themselves.

I don't have time to be sick until December, why couldn't it wait until then? And I'd better not lose my voice, not with the full-out tantrum I have in the second act!

We started teching last night.

They were building the set and hanging the lights all day, and we were called in at 5p, but did not start teching until 9p or so. It wasn't a waste of time, though, as we did one and a half speed-throughs in the basement with the stage manager, which was remarkably helpful.

The set is great--five platforms on different levels making all these different playing spaces, and this wildly complicated light plot.

We teched the first act and tomorrow we'll do the second act, which means that we'll have only one full run-through before opening. I think it'll be fine, but it would have been nice had we opened on Thursday instead of Wednesday, but that ain't happening, so no point in regretting it!

The following is reprinted from the story I sent to Gabby's Whinge mailing list:

This whole Thanksgiving thing is scaring me to death.

I was on the phone for an hour and a half with my Mom this morning, with her dictating her stuffing recipe and explaining the concept of basting.

"Then you put it in your big roasting pan..."
"I don't have a big roasting pan!"
"If there are lumps, put it in your blender..."
"I don't have a blender!"
"Take your meat thermometer..."
"I don't have a meat thermometer!"
"Then you add your poultry seasoning..."
"What the hell is poultry seasoning?"

I also don't have a turkey baster or a turkey platter or a casserole dish or a needle and thread for sewing up the turkey's butt. I do have cake pans, which will do for baking the extra stuffing, and I can get one of those white trash tinfoil roasting pans, and I'm pretty certain that a big spoon will do fine for the basting, but I will need to get a platter if nothing else.

The thing that freaks me out the most is the gravy.

I didn't think about gravy, since I don't eat it, but I'm sure that Nik does. It's like catsup and straws, I don't use them so I always forget to get them for other people, but Mom insists that only big freaks eat stuffing without gravy (and she's probably right) so she gave me the whole drippings and giblets routine.

"Now, you don't want to cook the liver as long as you cook the heart..."
"What makes you think that I could identify a turkey liver?"

Ugh.

But at the end she told me that if I wanted to, I could just buy a can of turkey gravy and add the cooked up giblets to it, and I was horrified! If I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna do it right!

So it's turkey and stuffing and gravy and mashed potatoes for me and baked for Nik and baby peas and cranberry sauce and brown 'n' serve rolls and bread pudding for dessert.

So now all I have to do is clean up, which I have no time to do, what with there being a show or a rehearsal every night between now and the 23rd plus two matinees and two evening performances next weekend, but if I don't, the first time he comes over will certainly be the last!

Bonnie has decided that I, me, Kymm Zuckert, is the most wonderful person in the world.

When I walk into the room and she sees me, she flings herself bodily towards me with all of the strength in her little eight month old body, her face wreathed in smiles.

She even prefers me to her mother, whose breasts are full of dinner, for heaven's sake, and has been known to burst into tears when I have to hand her back to a parent.

It's immensely gratifying. I'm quite smug about it.

Today's horoscope:
Money is spent on food, simple pleasures, and security today. You may save or carefully think over any purchases.

One year ago today:
Has she never looked in a mirror? If her nose were any smaller is would disappear!

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