Tuesday

Mutterings continued.

Nothing much to report - no interesting mail, no exciting packages on the doorstep (unlike yesterday), no animal escapes at work.

I attended my first Tempest rehearsal last night and have commenced on the props - first up is a bottle made of bark. I was wandering around the front of the units earlier like a bag lady, picking up bits of wood and putting them in my bag.

ROTK spoiler alert!



One of the most lip trembling moments had to be Faramir riding off to certain death, while Pippin sang for his father who just shoveled food in his face. It was a very beautiful song.