…well, things happen.  In the world of the stagehand, there is very little security.  When one manages to find some, one sometimes tends to live it up, to sit back, take a look around with thumbs hooked under imaginary suspenders, and reflect on all the time one spent hustling to get right where they’re sitting, at that moment.

It’s a powerful feeling, friends, and one that your humble narrator has been enjoying for quite some time.  The lack of wandering throughout the various theaters and studios of the city has made me soft, and shut me up, for the most part.  Sure, there was plenty of everyday grousing and talking about how perhaps we might do this or that better, but nothing that really hit me so hard that I could overcome the inertia that was my not posting here.

All that has changed, tho, as I am once again “back on the bounce.”  The free time between gigs has me feeling the itch once again, so hopefully they’ll be more stuff hereabouts for the time being.