In the morning I wrapped potatoes in tinfoil for tomorrow's potato luncheon, a potluck held at a local church. Then, I took mom to lunch, went home for a nape after realizing I felt ill, after which Regan and I rehearsed our fights. We performed Henry in the evening and struck the set afterward.
One sour note: I won't soon forget the small-mindedness of one person. Why would anyone want to create a professional enemy? Not smart.