Yesterday we rehearsed again, blocking the scene after Lee and then about half of Jim's scene.

I think it's going to be good, but Jim wasn't nearly as relaxed as he was at the readthrough. I think he's one of those actors that cannot act on their feet while reading, because he kept trying to be off-book when there is no reason to be, it's a first blocking rehearsal!

Also, Omar and I have a clear rapport (of course), and we have worked with Moira before, so he may have felt a little left out. Of course Omar and I are more familiar with the script, he wrote it and I have been working on it with him for over a year!

Anyway, he's a good actor, he was great at the readthrough, he'll be great.

I called Moira afterwards. "Wasn't I good?" I said, meaning not as an actress, but as a director. Meaning I am not the director of this piece, and there was so much stuff that I would have told Jim to do but I kept my mouth shut. It's hard, because Omar and I suggest things to each other with aplomb, which is terrible actor's manners, but we're allowed to because of our relationship.

I, however, bit my lip and did not open my mouth to let even a peep out about what I thought Jim should be doing. Because it is not. My. Business.

After I got home, I was still hungry, so I had a steak, and it really struck home that my little Monty is gone. I always called him the Steak Shark because he would go insane when he ate steak, not leaving me alone for a moment until I gave him some.

Baldrick was interested, he is not a freaky beef-hating cat or anything, but he is no Shark. I cut up the last bits, then put the plate on the ground and he ate some of it, but left a bunch. If Monty was still around, there wouldn't even be a pattern left on the plate.

Today's horoscope:
Nothing hatches without proper incubation. A minor setback is the universe's way of telling you to slow down. Partners need to check in and find out if they still share the same values.

One year ago today:
Matt muttered under his breath at me "How old is Omar?" "Thirty-nine." "Get out!" "Seriously, he has an eighteen-year-old daughter." "Get out! Omar is so cool." "Yeah, he is, isn't he." "You're so cool, too."

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