“Tomorrow’s the first day of Spring (this post is actually March 20, 2005) and I’m just not ready. I want more winter. I crave long grey days with several feet of gleaming white snow, looking very Nordic and signifying solitude. Spring is just mud and ugly clothes. Sigh.

“Expecting Isabel” has closed and now it’s time to rest and reflect. In 10 days rehearsals begin for “Him” a play by e.e. cummings. Written in 1927 it’s a warmly weird play with lots of combined words and interesting characters, not to mention the scene about the pet hippopotami.