Three days until opening and we are still tweaking the show. All of it worth it, of course, but my body and mind are starting to feel the strain. I feel like that guy in The Wages of Fear driving a truckload of nitroglycerine across a lunar landscape... "No... Sleep... 'Til Harfleur!"
- Everyday I key into something different. Last night I was struck by Patrick McHugh's pitch-perfect Poins, and the strength with which Dee Dee Battest (Montjoy) will plant herself and serve up text.
- There's Jennifer Tipton up on the scafolding... she's still checking light levels.
- Did I just hear a dog barking on stage?