DeNial

Denial is not just a river in Africa.

Stephen Sondheim is coming to see our little skit tonight. And I would like to say I'm a little daunted.

But I'm not.

Maybe I will be when all is said and done. Maybe I'm in denial. Maybe the footlights will flame and I will freak.

But I doubt it.

I'm tired and my body hurts in so many different places. I can take it when it's one or two. I can even go about my merry way and push the pain away successfully (often too successfully) when it's just one or two.

But it's more than one or two.

And I'm ready to go home.

I would just like to honor Da Man, go looking for Lucy once more and then jiggety jig all the way back to my mountain aerie.

Alms, alms, for a mis'rable woman...