I'm heading to rehearsals hoping the new actor is healthy enough to rehearse today since she wasn't yesterday.~w

AZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ !
That's what my cat typed when she sat on the computer when i wasn't looking. Pretty typical for a cat i suppose.

Rehearsals are off to a smooth start and i'm hoping to find sometime to relax this weekend. Maybe catch a few AZZZZZ's with the cat.~w

Just when i was starting to sleep soundly again i received an email from a friend in a nearby town stating that her site is temporarily down because she had an email stalker who actually tried to break into her house this week. Is there something in the air? How on earth is it possible to win the battle against fear with that kind of craziness going on?

I have so many wonderful friends in my life and a job that i love that loves to keep me busy. I also have very cool neighbors and that counts for a whole lot.~w

A new actor arrived last night. We start rehearsals again tomorrow with her and the "part-timers" who are local folks. Today we go over paperwork. I'm feeling a bit of deja vu...didn't i just do this?~w

I slept soundly last night. For the first time in a while. I think i've wound myself up a little tightly over work and all lately. A little extra security on doors and windows never hurt anyone, and it stops the imagination from running wild. Besides, it's chilly outside in the evenings and mornings now and so it's probably more sensible to only leave a strategic window or two open. It's also good to have friends and family that care. With that i'm off to save the world again today.~w

I did my chores and listened to poetry last night. As i went to sleep last night i felt like i'd finally caught up with myself and had it all together. That was until fear woke me up at 4:30am for the second night in a row. No big deal...i go back to sleep. In half an hour i wake again to the sound of creaking floorboards and when i say "hello" the noise stops. Suddenly bolt awake i creep out and get the nearest phone and decided to look in the living room, but nothing, the floorboards are creeping under my feet now. I turn on the porch light and turn it off again and turn around to notice the fan slowly turning as if it has just been turned off. That's when i fly back to my room. Now in full panic i'm trying to decide if fear is playing tricks on my senses. I was sure i saw the porch light come on...but did i hit the wrong switch and merely turn the fan on and off. If i didn't then there could really be someone in my house. I dial the first number on the phone, my co-worker who i reason often is awake at 5am (who recently had a prowler in his house while he and his wife slept...but they live on the other side of town). I hear him pick up and tell him my fear, but can't hear a response. So i hang up. I really only have two choices, go back to sleep or call the police. Gauging my fear, sleep seems to be out of the question at the moment. The police were very nice. It turns out my co-worker called them as well when i couldn't hear him on the phone. They found...absolutely nothing. Apparently it had been a very strange and busy night for a Sunday, but other than that there wasn't much to say. Boy, did i feel silly at that point. They told me not to worry, that's what they're there for, but the fear that woke me up in the middle of the night told me that they were chuckling to themselves as they went back to their car. It's strange. I've heard "bumps in the night" before, but none that had me this keyed up. Maybe i've just been living alone for too long.~w

There is something extremely luxurious about sitting in bed and reading a book while drinking my coffee. I feel happy with the rain outside and curled up all cozy inside today. I might even attempt some writing.~w