|The beautiful roses in bloom in my backyard.|
Baby is sleeping. She’s been tired a lot lately – lots of activity, the heat and not sleeping well at night. I’d love to go run right now, but alas it’s only 8am. I feel that out of respect for my neighbor, who shares a wall with my house, I should wait until at least 9am. The treadmill is in a part of the house that isn’t at all attached to them – it’s in the extension – but I’m sure some noise and vibration gets through. So here I sit. I want to run. But I can’t. I should probably go shower and get dressed. But I don’t want to. I kind of want to online shop. But I won’t.
I did have a production meeting/read-through for a project I’m working on. And once again, I’m going to be put in a pretty dress and locked in a cage, and tortured and abused. Yup, it’s a suspense/horror. Why do I do this to myself? Oh right, I love acting. Boy am I dumb!