It's Saturday morning, the week we make our final push to Easter performances, and we're stuck in the snow.
The cast can't get back, the set isn't done, and the director is feeling a bit blue. It feels as if he should call off all other activities and focus only on getting this thing done. But that may just be snow talking.
Oh yeah, and on Wednesday the Rotary club is supposed to go clean the highway. But the weather isn't going to let that happen without a fight - and the club President isn't happy with the constant slide from one meeting day to the next. It doesn't work for recruitment.
Oh well, maybe it's just the snow talking, right. A feeling of depression at long grey days followed by a life disrupting snow.