Glancing Ahead

For the next two weeks, I informed the missus, my life is not my own. I was outlining to her the days on which I will be involved either in rehearsal or performance for drama: Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday. Though relaxing as I spoke, over a pot of tea and a particularly munchy scone, I felt the briefest, finest, most tender shimmer of something akin to panic. There are times when it is not so wise to think too far ahead.

Fortunately I had somehow managed to put aside all thoughts of the other stuff I have to do at the same time. Like actually teaching. And I am continuing to do so.