I woke up yesterday morning with a scratchy throat. I figured I might just be dehydrated so I drank a lot of water all morning but by 1p it was obvious. I was getting sick. There is something truly awful about sitting in place and being able to feel yourself slowly getting sicker. This morning I feel like someone has stuffed my head with cotton balls, though my throat is a little better. I'm going to take it easy today, no yoga for me, and hopefully nip this thing in the bud. I'm still annoyed to be sick on my day off though.
Tech rehearsals went fine, we got through the entire show and had a runthru. I reached a point on Sunday afternoon where I had a giddy laughing fit. The light designer looked at me and asked what was up. I told him there were two options, me giddy in that knife's-point-away-from-total-psychotic-break kind of way, or me exceedingly cranky and frustrated. There was no longer any in between. He just nodded and turned away. It was an interesting day, it's not as though any of the frustrations were particularly new, but my coping ability is way down. I need to re-figure how to answer the same question 12 times in a day, if not cheerfully, at least without wanting to spork people's eyeballs out at #3.
The shrug is currently 3' long, so I'm making good progress. I will definitely have the sleeve part done and seamed, the collar might be a little touch or go but I think I can do it. Turns out knitting in tech when you're the SM is a bit harder than I thought, but it's been a great calming activity on breaks.