Friday, September 5, 2008

Here we go.

That right there is Jill with the kids. 

So. It's 2:42. In a few minutes, we'll pack up and I'll drop Jill at Jack's Stack, then head to the theater. Everything is ready—everything is done, or assigned, or planned. 

It's almost BETTER for me to be running around like an idiot at the last minute. I think all this calm is giving me a migraine.

1 comment:

  1. I'll be thinking about you guys. Have a great festival! I wish I was there!


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