Weekends, huh? I'm gonna include Friday.
Friday morning was very somber at work because the day before we received news that a friend/coworker's fiance was in the ICU, diagnosed with leukemia, and unconscious with a blood clot in her brain. Several people planned to visit the hospital that afternoon but I had to go work at another theatre first. While working at the other theatre in the afternoon I learned that a designer I often work with has cancer and is about to have a portion of intestine removed. Friday evening I make it to the hospital. I arrive too late.
Saturday morning, quick and dirty tech/remount of a show with a cranky director. Whatever. Afternoon, laundry. Evening, attend a 1st rehearsal/read thru and chat with scenic designer and director.
Sunday, light hang for another show. Bring a change of clothes and leave early to attend visitation. Skip the other 1st rehearsal/read thru I was supposed to be at. Crash.
Today I need to draft a light plot and at least get started on another. I should also vacuum (I hate vacuuming) and do more laundry.