Thursday was a bust as far as accomplishing anything worthwhile. By 9 AM, I had returned to bed with leg cramps and full body aches that mimicked an impending weather front. However, according to my weather app earlier in the morning, no rain was showing up.

I was scheduled to house manage at the Schuster Center in the Winter Garden area for tickets and arrivals which meant an early release at 8 PM instead of the regular 11 PM. A friend had offered me a ride home since we would be leaving the Schuster Center much earlier, but she ended up rescheduling. By the time I was to leave for downtown on No. 17, my body was stiff, and my legs were spasming. I contacted Mama Kay, and she rescued me at 8:15 PM following her swim class that let out at 8 PM. I was grateful to not have to wait until 10 PM for the No. 17.

At the Schuster the past two evenings, I got to see so many friends, colleagues, studio families, former studio families, and work with so many incredible Volunteers. Several Volunteers had seen The Temptations in concert, and one lady recounted their visit to her school for a dance!

I was home, dressed for bed, and relaxing on the deck by 8:40 PM, turning in by 10 PM. A little before 1 AM, I was awakened by pounding rain. I checked the radar to see a thin but powerful band moving down from the northwest. I settled back into a quick sleep and sat up in my bed at 1:13 AM when I thought there had been an explosion. That one bit of thunder was the only one I heard but it was enough to shake the house and in my semi-conscious state, I wondered if it was an earthquake. Bailey, Harrigan, and Deeds were immediately beside me while The Seniors, Chief and Erma, moved to the side of my bed where they were within arm’s reach for reassurance. Sleep returned quickly.

This morning is damp and chilly.

Other than that, there is precious little to report. Tomorrow, Saturday, I will be at the Schuster for AIN’T TOO PROUD’s matinee and evening show, twelve hours in all.

Time to make it a great day.