(Last in a series of posts about “Metamorphoses” at Georgia Shakespeare)
Everyone in this house is sleeping. Well, I’m awake, and the cat is chasing a bug. But at 10:23 p.m. on this particular Sunday, my husband and daughter are conked out. They both have early commitments tomorrow morning.
Me, I got nothing.
The show closed this afternoon. We had an enthusiastic audience for our final performance. We followed it up with a major announcement about next season, and then gathered the entire company for a potluck dinner in the theater. Many hugs and a few platefuls later, I loaded my car and headed out.
Goodbye, “Metamorphoses.” Hello, home.
I think I hear a good book calling my name . . .