The Greatest Show That I Wasn't In

If you live anywhere in the Boston area, please, please go see The Big Broadcast of October 30th, 1938 by the Post-Meridian Radio Players at the Somerville Theater tonight or tomorrow. These are my friends and my theatre family, and they'll be putting on a fantastic, one-of-a-kind show.

I was originally in the show as the senior foley artist, rehearsed with them right up until tech week, but I've fallen so ill and am not getting better and the reality is setting in that I'm not going to be well enough to do any performances at all. I sobbed in Jay's arms this morning. I'm crying now, knowing that I can't be up there with my team. You might be thinking, why does this matter so much, it's just a show. I can't explain. I guess you'd have to be a theatre person to understand. My costume that I love so much is hanging on my closet door. I can't even look at it, I'm that heartbroken.

Cast and crew, break a leg. Everybody else, please treat yourself to this wonderful show. I'm there in spirit.

Time

Time goes by differently when you're sick. I didn't know that, since I'm usually never sick. It goes by slowly, like in childhood.

I just woke up. I've been asleep for hours. I looked at the clock saying 6:57 and thought "Wow, it's early Saturday morning."

JHC, it's not, it's Friday evening.

My friends and my wuzzle are about to go onstage and do the best show our town has ever seen. I'll stay awake until the clock says 8:00 PM, which is curtain time. Sending them all my love and energy....