Day 227: Ing

Yes. Last night, I was just exhausted, and nervous about today’s French version. I was blogless. There’s something I keep meaning to say that escapes me each time I’m in front of my computer. Catch-22 blogness. Shitter.

I love Jack’s laugh. It really is impossible not to laugh too when he’s at it. Yesterday (or was it now the day before) he told us about his colleague falling asleep in a meeting and slowly waking up. How can just someone’s face be so incapacitating. He had tears running down his face. We all did. You had to be there, of course. I am grateful for it. The more we laugh, the better things are. We’ve laughed a lot this time.

I’d only ever met David once before, and then just for a day, on the footing of me doing an audition/workshop day and him being part of the panel.  I think I was a bit in awe of him. I still think he’s brilliant, but it’s not the kind of unhelpful awe it was before.

Speaking of such emotions, we got a blast of Jack’s singing voice yesterday. Bloody hell! You can see why he’s big in Musical Theatre  (and that’s absolutely not a euphemism – he has a stunning voice and he’s been in hit musicals).

I felt a little bit lost today. I looked at some particularly wonderful baby photos on facebook. I felt sad that it’s not part of my experience. I’ve been thinking of all of that a lot these few days, with everyone talking about their wives and husbands, their babies, toddlers, children. I don’t yearn any more, do I? Well, I’m yearning a little bit now. In a good way.