Go to work.
Go home.
Eat something.
Go to rehearsal.
Run on treadmill if time permits.
Wave arms in front of husband’s face so he doesn’t forget who you are, due to recent low levels of time at home.
Read four pages of book.
Get drowsy.
Go to sleep.

Repeat.

This is my life lately, with an occasional chomp on the soft tissues of the mouth thrown in.

Oh, wait, something exciting did happen. I went to see Lily Tomlin, one of my long-time idols and inspirations, do her one-woman show. It was pretty darn good. It didn’t knock my socks off, but she is amazingly spry for a woman in her late 60’s. Some of it seemed kind of tired, because it was just re-runs of her old standards, but she also worked in some new material I hadn’t heard.

Also, when we got our programs, they gave everybody a notecard on which you could write a question. The ushers gathered them up, and someone involved with the production selected about ten for her to answer onstage. They picked mine, which was thrilling. I asked her to comment on why, in our society, humor is a trait that’s more encouraged in boys than in girls, and what we can to do encourage young women in comedy.

She didn’t really offer any solutions, just talked about how it’s so much better now than it used to be, and gave some examples about how it was bad in the past. It was still exciting to have her pick my question, though.