I’ve been lacking in sleep these past couple days. The reading party kept me up until 5am, and I spent the next day on the couch in a sort of purgatory or consciousness, operating on about 6 hours sleep. At midnight I set off for the airport to meet Monica, who was flying in from Regina, on her way to Columbia for some geological field work. She had an 8 hour lay-over, so we went for beers in the middle of the night. My head hit the pillow at 3am.
I forced myself off the couch yesterday at 7pm so I could put in an appearance at Tahirah’s birthday party. I’m glad I went, but I really wasn’t in a socializing mood. Regardless, I fell into a conversation with her friend, Roya about writing. Turns out she’s taking her own crack at a play and we had much to talk about. Soon, we found ourselves sitting alone at the table while everyone else moved into the living room. Were we really talking that long? We made plans to get together another time to open up her play for a good long look at its bones.
It is now currently noon on ‘Family Day’. Strange day. Half the country is closed due to the civic holiday, half the country is not. Do I work, or do I play? I have my next editing project to pick up, and some phone calls to make. Perhaps some time in a coffee shop with Mel’s book would be in order as well. We’ll see how the day goes. If the studio’s open, I pick up my footage and I work. If not, I play.