Even though I am enmeshed in the throes of my heaviest teaching load ever, I just agreed to take a small part in a colleague’s theatrical production. We had the table read on Sunday. The play is The Devils, by John Whiting. It’s a somber piece, sort of like “The Crucible,” but the victim is a Catholic priest who is not living up to his vow of chastity. Alas, I play a young widow who helps lead our hero down the primrose path. My character is only in the first scene, which should make for a light rehearsal schedule. It’s kind of the perfect project for this insane semester.
Oh, and in spite of the directive on my water bottle, I am also trying to cut back on my sugar intake this month. I know it’s not good for me, but nothing perks me up better than a handful of M&Ms. Or an oatmeal chocolate chip cookie. Or a spoonful of banana pudding…oooh, do you see how bad I am? I am like those people who try to quit smoking, and all they can talk and think about are cigarettes. My friend Siobhan and I have birthdays close together, and we were going to give ourselves the gift of health this year – no treats. She’s doing awesome! I’m failing miserably. I guess I’m just too weak to go cold turkey. I’m not giving up, though. I want the gift of health! I just need to modify the challenge a little – start a little slower. I think what I’ll do is try for two treatless days a week. See, and that’s an alliteration, so it will help me remember. Let’s do this!