Lois is visiting from Boston, and last night we went to see A Chorus Line in Weston.  As I told them as we drove home, I am not sure if it was just nostalgia, but I teared up at many unexpected moments during the performance.  I mean at times when I shouldn’t really be crying, not the usually moving bits of the show, which there are many.  I saw A Chorus Line in 1975 and a few more times during its long run.  I owned the album in my teens and just about wore it out so it feels very familiar to me.  The performances were great and it didn’t disappoint.

We have had a nice visit with Lois, and now, the end is really looming over my head like a steel beam!  So much to do before we leave on Tuesday.  I will be up late tonight, again, responding to emails that I have let pile up.  David claims he isn’t to blame, but, at the risk of sounding like a broken record, every time he needs help getting up, it throws me off.  I don’t think I have full blown ADD, but on the spectrum, I am leaning that way, and disturbances don’t help.

Every once in a while I glance out the back window and see the hammock that seems to be calling me, but I have not had a moment to use it.  I just want to go out there, and swing in the breeze for an hour or so.  I don’t think it will happen though.  The weather is feeling decidedly fall-like and the sun has been getting lower in the sky in the afternoons.  It is amazing how quickly the sunlight changes at this time of the year.  Well, more musings tomorrow.