OK, in case you were wondering, I am officially tired of winter now. It is a good thing February has fewer days than other months, because it is definitely the longest month anyway. Weekly skiing keeps me sane, but I am ready for it to warm up, like soon please.
In the end, I had a good time acting in The Producers. I played 8 characters with all of 2 spoken lines between them, plus one mandolin part and a bunch of chorus-singing. I even shaved my moustache so I could wear a grease-paint one to be Donald Dork the hapless Little Wooden Boy auditioner, and otherwise clean-faced as befits a little old lady or Rolf the Stormtrooper. I guess I learned a bunch of stuff, I'm just not sure what it was.
A lot of the cast is rolling straight into Grease, but I have other fish to fry--gotta get the band working again, and speaking of working, I can't afford anymore time off. Anyway I have no affinity for 50's stuff.
Look! It's Blind Bill Martino, down on his luck on Broadway!
Speaking of blindness, I finally got some reading glasses. Whaddaya know, they work! Newspaper print has been shrinking ridiculously the past few years, at least from my perspective.