It’s nearing midnight, and I am ready to drag my self up to my bedroom for complete slumber.
Most of my days start only a few hours after the previous day ended. Tonight doesn’t seem to be one of those nights. I am zonked.
Three new students, a number of key items completed, more tidying up of the restored guest bedroom while Griffith arranges his new quarters. After teaching I grabbed a bite to eat, and returned to more work.
Griffith returned home from rehearsal shortly before 11:00 PM, and we chatted about our days and his rehearsal. He’s pumped because he received some great “director’s notes” about the whipping moment in the musical.
Last night, he received one of the much coveted candy bars, and was still on cloud nine, not because of the candy bar, but because of its significance: “you did a great job with ______”.
It was a full day. It was a good day. No complaints. Just gratitude.