3.20.2009

By Way of Excuse


March 20, 2005

What happened in March of 2005? Why did I lose two days of my daily practice only to pick it up again for another month? While I can't provide any solid answers to these questions, I can give you a supposition based upon recent experience: I was probably busy producing a play.

For four weeks I've been a slave to Shakespeare. He's invaded polite conversations and swallowed my afternoons. I've been absent from home and reason. Periodically I've even caught myself using terms like "methinks" and "rash wanton." But all that is over. I've played the mighty duke and now I'm to take on another enterprise: sleeping.

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