Troubled with a raging tooth, I could not sleep.

 

We are in our third week of rehearsal and I am happy to report that we are going to have a really good show. The cast is outstanding, and Tyrone has been great about letting us explore and create. I love playing Iago so much. It's just delicious! I've found lots of new things and been able to go deeper into exploring him. That is one of the benefits of returning to a role after several years. There's already a foundation (and I have found rereading this blog to have been a great resource...kudos to that version of Patrick, who knew what he was doing for the most part). But since it has been six years, there is enough distance to create the moment to moment work of the play completely from scratch. And, of course, it's an entirely different concept and cast...so it can't help but be different. 

Omaha is still trying to kill me. I woke up with terrible tooth pain the other day, and after avoiding doing anything about it for a few days, I finally broke down and went to the dentist. Turns out that the tooth I had that emergency root canal on a few years ago needs to come out. Yup, I'm getting a tooth yanked and a bridge put in. I guess I can't blame Omaha for that, and my dentist is super cool, but week one I was sick, and week two I find out this. 

And even more upsetting is that I come home the other night and get out of my car, and my sunglasses fall out of my pocket and slide into the sewer. These sunglasses were part of my very existence. They were perfect. Fit my face comfortably, looked good on, had the perfect darkness. I had them for over ten years and I babied them. Public works did come out and open up the sewer for me a couple of days later, but they were long gone from an intense storm we had.

So that's the update. Show good, health bad, sunglasses RIP. 

Also I'm super homesick and miss my family something fierce!