Funny you should ask that. I was reading the script last night and the last scene of the play is between The Aparition (the part I'm going for) and The Killer. The staging notes say they disrobe. I said, "Oh no effing way!" I found out they don't make with the naked.

Aimee, that's wonderful! Good luck!

whoo Aimee!

Go Aimee!

Juliana, hugs to you, too. That sucks so much.

I hope the audition goes well, Aimee.

Rock 'em, desock 'em, Aimee!

Ginger, that is scary making. Good thing you work from home.

Wow. It's a rough time to be a judge.

Wow. It's a rough time to be a judge.

Jeebus Krispie.

This judge has presided over many high-profile cases, so I've seen him a lot. He seems to have been a genuinely nice guy and very sharp.

I am celebrating my improved blood sugar numbers with potato chips, the carb poison par excellance. I'll revert to sensibility in a bit, but now I'm revelling in sour cream and onion.

Hubby had to go to another office to get some blood drawn yesterday, and in the waiting room there was a table with a jigsaw puzzle. I'd forgotten how damned soothing a jigsaw puzzle is. Order from chaos, then you can make chaos again, and the upper mind gets a chance to shut down and let the pattern recognition centers dominate. I do my best plotting/day dreaming over a jigsaw puzzle.

They always have one available. The lab is part of the Huntsman Cancer Center, one of the best cancer centers in the country, and they don't skimp on money. Lots of kids and young folks up there, as opposed to the old folks waiting in the cardiac section where Hubby normally is. If there's something the Huntsman people can do to make a patient feel better, they'll do it. They have a fireplace in one corner. Hubby saw a boy come in one day who said, "Oh, a fireplace! Darn, it's not lit." The staff said, "We can turn it on for for you, no problem." It's reassuring to see examples of humanity whose primary reaction isn't, "Why are you bothering me? You're just trying to make work for me."