It's well past my bedtime, but here I sit, blogging and sipping red, red wine, and trying to wind down. I'm very psyched. I just came home from our first read-through of The Exonerated. My part in it is negligibly small, but any part at all in a presentation like this is a priviledge. If you are a Chattanoogan and haven't seen this play before, I beseech you to plan to attend one of the showings.

I won't have time to write in the morning, because of a conference at the high school, so let this serve as my Wednesday morning post, and please don't begrudge me the recent slowdown. It seems like everything happens at once these days, and time just gets away.