I’ve hit a quiet spot work wise and even though I should be indulging in the luxury of time to do my writing, I’m not. It’s weird how that happens. Instead, I am going to gym with my new iPod shuffle (my birthday gift from Big friendly) and I am enjoying my home and my husband and my animals. The anxiety around money rests solidly in the fringe of my thoughts but has not taken over yet, which is good. I enjoy Cape Town at this time of year, when the days are still hot, the nights are getting getting cooler and we wait for the first rains to sprout the March Lilies on the side of the road.
It seems like theatre has also hit a bit of a quiet spot in Cape Town at the moment. Maybe it’s because it’s school holidays so there’s kiddie stuff on. it could also be that I can’t go to the many review shows that are on. I hate them. There is nothing more uninspired than somebody doing somebody else’s songs; especially if the somebody else is dead. My friends’ show Angels on Horseback is on at The Intimate and I have already written stuff about it on meganshead, so check out the archives. I am sure it is even better and more fun this time around.
I’m off to gym. Really. I’m going, going, gone.