Lou is here! I kept forgetting she wasn’t watching tonight and wondering what she was feeling about various moments in the play. We are rolling into the run now.
Two shows today. Before the first one I went and concealed a small stone somewhere in the theatre, as has likely been done by generations of people before me. The key is trying to find a place where it won’t be in the way of anything and it won’t be changed. A little bit of sympathetic magic, maybe to try and encourage circumstances to bring me back over this way in the future. For now though I can settle into the run, deepen the work and the company feeling, keep exploring and alert and alive, play the game.
These two show days are tiring though. I’m knackered. This evening though a change from the normal wind-down, as I just … rolled over the road and lo and behold Lou had the means to cook an easy meal. She has inevitably made things a little cosier in the cottage. Nourishment and no booze, a camomile tea, and I’m actually feeling pretty sleepy. We had a small evening walk by the river. Tomorrow she might go to The Duck, but it’s pretty mental on a Friday night.
Years ago she found a kimono for me and it has always been in Brighton on her rail. I forget it exists. Now that I’ve walked Kumano-Kodo I feel a little bit less of an impostor wearing it. I expect I’ll be strutting around this cottage wearing it after the shows in the next few weeks.
Not drinking and sitting in low light and camomile and I’m actually tired at half twelve so I’m gonna take the opportunity to fall asleep next to my lovely lady while that’s a possible thing.
AlBarclay 