I Spoke Too Soon

I got my wish.

I wanted the temperature to drop, well, it dropped.

It would appear that that one week of crazy heat was just the Universe's way of saying "Psyche!" before running away snickering, leaving the troupe to take their space heaters out of storage and pile on the layers. And though I do miss being able to wear skirts and dresses every day, I must admit, performing the shows has been much more enjoyable.

And really, if there's any reason to enjoy the cooler temperature, it's that it won't last. The forecast shows sunshine a comin' and when we all start melting into piles of goo backstage, I'm pretty sure I won't be the only one dreaming of cloudy days.