I know you all know what I mean.
And I'm sorry that some of you were wondering if I'd fallen into a hole somewhere and couldn't find my way back out.
I took this moment on the fly to sit down and write: I am in the process of making a pot of potato soup for my husband and the girls to eat for dinner tonight; I myself am leaving in half an hour to drive to Indianapolis, where I plan to eat dinner with a number of my friends, drink a beer and complain about how busy I am to people who actually understand and sympathize.
I am buried UP TO THE NECK in Shakespeare Workshop handouts that have to be passed out on Wednesday. Every time I close my eyes, I see Lady Macbeth with that damnéd spot on her stupid hand - what a twit. You know Macbeth had her killed to shut her up. What a lovely couple.
There are so many things I'd like to write about. I started writing them down about a week and a half ago, but the list got so long, I finally just threw it away.
Everyone here is well and says hello to all of you out there who inquired about our well being!
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