We rehearsed yesterday morning, but we didn't run. God forbid, of course, since we open tomorrow and tech tonight, why would we have wanted to run the show without stopping even once before we tech? That's crazy talk.

In my year ago today link, I talk about my little Elvis dying. I still miss him. Next time I get cats, I won't have them all be around the same age so that there is this hideous death parade.

Baldrick won't die next year, or I will officially lose my mind.

Today's horoscope:
You wait in vain for a repeat performance. Extra time is a luxury that's beyond your means right now. Curious people are knocking on the door -- soon they'll enter without an invitation.

One year ago today:
And now he has gone to his long home, and he is with Milo again, and they are lying in each other's arms in the comfy chair washing each other's faces and purring madly as they always used to.

Goodbye, my good boy.

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