Well, the kids are off for Dallas, and once again I am reminded of how much I loathe Philadelphia International Airport. I mean, honestly, who designed that damn place? The ramps are living, working example of chaos theory. Ugh. (Of course, that could just be the caffeine from the White Chocolate Mocha talking.)
Anyway, there’s no telling how long this day will actually be. (My day, that is. I know that the “literal” day is kinda fixed at 24 hours.) I was up at 7 this morning for the airport run, and I’m headed into NY for a tech rehearsal at around 1:30, and as anyone who’s ever been in theatre knows, there’s no way to know how long a tech rehearsal will run. Presuming the rehearsal lets out at a reasonable hour, it’s back down the NJ Turnpike for dinner with my family, and then…well, who knows.