I want to write about how much I miss Dave.

I want to write about Eddie Izzard and how fabulous his show was. What with the velociraptor, the jazz chicken, giraffe warning “sounds” and Shirley Temple’s left eye–the one that has seen too much–not to mention the ten to fifteen minute bit told mostly in Latin–with a little French and German thrown in–that had me laughing so hard I could barely breathe.

I want to write about how I’ve been called back for a role in After the Fall at Eclipse Theatre and how excited I am to have landed a callback from my first Chicago audition.

I want to write about how lovely it’s been to continue to reconnect with people who live here and nearby.

I want to write about a project I’ve just finished the first phase of and how thrilling it is to be standing on the brink of Step Two.

I want to write about how I still don’t have a job and how I’m beginning to feel like a failure.

I want to write about how I will be seeing Brian Dennehy (one of my favorite actors) in Hughie and Krapp’s Last Tape (Beckett is one of my favorite playwrights) this coming Sunday at the Goodman, along with getting to see him at a talkback about the production on Saturday. One of my theatre friends here has already seen the show and described it as “a Master Class in acting.” Soooooo. Stoked.

I want to write about how, thanks to Heather, I’ve discovered Mad Men, about which I am now obsessing.

I want to write about how I will be participating in the statewide theatre auditions at the end of this month, and how scared and excited and worried and invigorated I am about it.

I want to write about how hard it is to live with a cat with chronic renal failure. About how I realized just yesterday that even though my main goal at this point is to make the rest of her life as comfortable as possible rather than as long as possible, I still keep expecting every new treatment to get her back to “normal” again. But she’s not normal. She’s dying. And that’s very hard to take.

But as you can see from the list above, there’s way too much going on in my life now for me to write much more about anything than I’ve written here already.

I promise, PROMISE, that when I can, when I have the time, when I have the energy, when I have the focus again, I will write some more. Until then, please bear with me.