Aftershock

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This summer I was healthy. I did a musical. I went to the beach. I ate out with friends. I cussed in the grocery store. I did everything you're supposed to do in a summer. 

Most of it was new to me.

I was really lucky I didn't get sick, because the musical I was in (The Wizard of Oz) was really demanding of my energy. Two-hour rehearsals three days a week, ten-o-clock bedtimes, and tech week. Phewww, tech week. 

Practices lasted up to four hours, and my bedtime was consistently two hours later than normal. 

Then were the shows. Went great, yada yada. Saw lots of friends, family and otherwise in the audience. It was great.

We had our last set of shows. People cried. Next day was the cast party. I had a sore throat.

Day after the cast party I woke up with a cold.

I've hardly been off the couch in three days.


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  1. ShirleyAugust 8, 2025 at 7:01 AM

    Hm, familiar upholstery—a good place to recuperate. (For all you poured into that glorious show, I'd say you deserved to get sick.)

    Also, it's time you read Haven Kimmel's She Got Up Off the Couch.

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