My "smile" muscles are all tuckered out. I think I had enough social contact these past three days to last me for the next three months. (More truthfully, probably enough for the next three days. I tend to lean toward the social butterfly net....)
And now, tomorrow, a day off. Ahhhhhhh.............
Then it's back to the thick of things.
But damn, I miss cooking.
And there's no milk in the house.
And god only knows what exists in the deep depths of the refrigerator.
Is it possible to cram most of a summer into a single day?
Most likely not.
The rest of the house.
(But I did sing my newest country-western song for the assembled post-show group tonight [vodka-tonic in hand], and if I remember correctly, they all reprised the chorus: "Oh Lock Up Your Manhood for Me.....")
It goes on, and on.
Oh, indeed it does.