The show opens tonight and closes tomorrow. Our dress rehearsal went disturbingly well. Theatre superstition holds that a bad dress rehearsal means a good opening night. Hmmm. DH tried to cheer me up by asking if the dress could have gone better. Well, I suppose it could have, but it’s not quite the same thing.

I swear. If someone mentions  the Scottish play today, I’m going to run home and hide under the covers.

I’m not even a superstitious person, but around show time, I start walking around ladders, tossing salt hither and yon, letting my OCD out to play in a lot of weird ways.

So say a prayer to St Genesius for me, but whatever you do, don’t wish me good luck!

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