We had rehearsal again, Omar and I meeting up and going over together, then going home together. They are like dates, these rehearsals.

On the way back, we discussed the idea of doing an evening of shows, Flora Horror, the next one we're going to do together, The Monsieur le Chat Show, and both Moira and I said that there had to be a third play. I suggested that it be a drama, to make a break from the other two shows, both of which are different kinds of comedies (Flora being farce and M. le Chat being surrealism).

He said that he actually had a play in his head that he had thought of years before, a play that is extremely autobiographical, though he thought of it before he and his ex broke up. It's called Safe and it's about a man with a wife and a male lover and a girlfriend, and he leaves the lover and goes back to the wife because he's trying to find a place to be safe, until he finds that there is no such place.

I asked him if I would play the wife, and he said that he'd think about it, but then I realized that the role that he is writing for me would be the girlfriend, what with that being my role in real life.

I told him I'd play it, though it hits a little close to home, but he will have to write me a real role, I won't just play myself.

This is going to be a great evening when we eventually do it, not to mention quite a workout for the two of us, with leads in all three plays. Very different roles. It's gonna be a challenge, but also a joy.

So yesterday I realized that if I didn't put the cat in the freezer, I would be in trouble, as it's been below freezing for the past couple of days. It freezes again at night, but it's too warm during the day to keep him on the back step.

Of course, the ground is still frozen, therefor I can't bury him yet--so again I have a freezer full of dead cat.

I don't know why people get so startled by that, he's wrapped in a towel and then in four plastic bags, and he's alone on the shelf, all of the food is on the bottom shelf. And even if the food was balanced on top of him, it's all wrapped as well, it's not as though there is naked food and an unwrapped dead cat all muddled together.

I still haven't heard the end of it from Cynthia's ex-husband after Elvis was in the fridge for a couple of months, wait until he hears about this year's freezer surprise!

Today's horoscope:
Much of what you've done so far has been in preparation for this moment. By afternoon your victory is clear. Relax your rigid stance. A healthy stretching session starts you off on the right foot.

One year ago today:
He was sitting on my lap. And he was laying down in his normally peculiar fashion, not all floppy and with his head down. He so rarely lays down on my lap like a normal cat, if he's all squinched weirdly with his back hunched up, that is normal for him, and I haven't seen him lay down like that literally for weeks.

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