So thankfully I didn't have to find that cardboard box with secure wireless. Whatever was wrong last night seems to be fixed today and I am grateful that I remain in the warmth of a hotel room to blog.
Perhaps the touring cast of A Chorus Line is incubating an alien. Perhaps, we are cloning a round of cut dancers for those days when all the covers AND swings are on and so we are down a few dancers to be cut in the opening scene.
But she remains buried in a cocoon of her own making, like the picture above, so that when I finally turn out the lights it looks like something from the movie Alien.
I realize that picture may look a little bit indecent, but believe me--it's better than the other one I took. Just take my word for it.
He even took a nap with my friend David, right after breakfast. He's become quite a cast favorite here, actually.
And once we wake up Strider, we're going to go try out the hiking here in Connecticut...