It’s the final countdown (for the record, I hate that song).
The end is near. The end of the longest school year ever. Three gigs and we’re done — four if you count the Academic Awards ceremony tomorrow night.
As I lay in bed this morning with the alarm snoozed, I retraced some memories. It’s been a year of changes, frustrations, joy and unexpected happenings:
- Made a huge decision about my future
- Moved a longstanding production (Dinner Theatre) from March to November
- Yet another annus horribilis for the Finkmobile
- Had my first Black Friday experience
- Started The Comfort Foodie — and haven’t touched it since March (gotta get on that this summer)
- Embarked on the longest rehearsal schedule ever, due to spring sports conflicts
- Been the sickest I think I’ve ever been, and for the longest time period
- The Kidney Stones, oy
- I actually looked for another job after 13 years at my beloved school (but later changed my mind, thank the gods — besides, who’d hire an aging hag, eight years from retirement, at masters +48?)
- Fought through myriad obstacles and we still had a great show
It’s been a bizzy year. And hey, it’s 6:04 a.m. — I’m four minutes late getting upstairs to get ready for this last insane week. Four more things, four more things…
How was your weekend? I went to a fab birthday party for Justin yesterday — I’ll probably find a photo or two to post, after I troll my daughter-in-law’s Facebook.