Baked whole wheat bread.
Saw the DVD of a 1986 BBC production of Henrik Ibsen's Ghosts. It's a stunning play. When they decided not to insure the orphanage, I knew it was going to burn down. (Natasha Richardson had beautiful eyebrows!)
Dinner was McDonald's.
Performed The Marriage of Figaro. (I apologized to Brad for snapping at him Wednesday.) Adolfo was unhappy about the chorus performance in Cavalleria Rusticana last night, though some of us thought we were better then than in Pagliacci.
Every year Barbara's husband takes pictures of the show and they get posted in the downstairs dressing area. He must have heard that I mentioned I hardly ever got in them the other night, because he got a dramatic detail of me, which Barbara says looks like a Rembrandt!
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