In 199 days Craig and I will be back here:
Almost exactly. We’re staying at the same hotel. For 7 nights.
On a cold, grey, Wellington morning, heading into the final stretch of rehearsals* I need to remember that there are bright spots on the horizon.
* this is when it feels hardest, when you are sick of your lines, sick of your costume, sick of the hours of rehearsal, but don’t yet have the adrenaline of performances