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Here's a titch of what's going on in the various parts of my life.

1) My foot hurts. I've been trying to stick to the training plan for the 1/2 marathon on April 4. The light-er evenings have enticed me to sleep in and try to work out in the afternoons. This means the elliptical (boys are at home, of course) but yesterday I found a patch of dirt/mud right beyond my driveway that could do spints, skipping, high knees, butt kicks, grapevines... It was a walk down memory lane to jr. high/high school track because that's how we spent a good deal of March: in the gym going back and forth with those. I didn't a pretty tough 30 minutes on the machine and then spent 10 or 12 minutes killing myself outside doing those. It was good to be out in the fresh air during daylight hours. Smelled like mud. In good way.

But... as I said... my foot hurts. It started hurting in the last couple of miles of my 11.5 on Saturday. Shouldn't be surprised since I haven't done that kind of distance in over a month and my shoes are old. What's bothersome now is that it hurts today just walking around on it. Grrrr.... Icing and holding my breath.

2) Gungah & Papa are on their way! I can't believe it's already time for the "World Premiere" of Dispatches from Candor. Seems like mere moments ago Scott & I were returning from Polly's funeral and the weekend-to-end-all-weekends and discussing how the whole thing was ripe for the stage. I am all over the map emotion-wise about it. I've never had anything I've helped conceive be produced. I haven't seen ANY of the rehearsal process so I don't know how the final product is going to look. And I have been keeping fact-of-the-matter out of my head: this play is about Polly, Polly is gone, Polly's place in this world can never be filled... It's going to be hard to watch. I know that Scott does not produce crap so I'm not worried about whether it will be "good"... I just worry about whether we, in our writing, honored Polly and all who love her. No pressure.

3) Jamey is coming. This is Scott's camp buddy from 100 years ago. He lives in Pittsburgh and has recently become an ordained Anglican minister. (Yes, Anglican, not Episcopalian... so if you're interested or versed in the split in the church you know what that implies. If you're not... you can look it up. I'm not going to delve into that here!) Because the show is set in a church and is about the family of an Episcopal priest, he wanted to come and support Scott. It will be interesting to see what he thinks of the show. I am looking forward to going to church on Sunday with my parents who are big fans of the rector at my church... who, by the way, was an outstanding resource and supporter of this show.... I hope Jamey will join us.

4) Praying for less "interesting" medical news for my sister. Enough about that for now but she knows she's gotta knock it off. My head can't even GO to that place where additional information needs to be forthcoming on that end. Breath.

5) Day care has been less stressful but still not a source of joy.

6) Scott is taking his show to festival next weekend. Then he has auditions for a one-act (Buffalo Hill) he is doing w/ the community theater. Then he (very likely) will be taking this show to States. Then we go to Candor with the show. Meanwhile he'll be rehearsing and producing Buffalo Hill. And then camp will start up and he'll be gone 6 out of 7 nights a week. I am putting my head down and getting through it but I've given up on this being my year to do it with a big smile on my face. Maybe 2012.

7) Going to ice my foot.