I've always hated that phrase. A former professor of mine used it quite often during rehearsals. "And in these bars, we'll hot it up." What. Ever. Mary.
Anyway, as our departure for the U.S. draws nearer and nearer, that phrase keeps popping into my head. The pace is quickening, as we knew it would. There's much to be done. time is lacking. Stress levels are rising. Tempers are flaring. Feelings are hurting. Diets are suffering. Workouts at the gym are rare. I would guess that everyone knows how it goes.
Last night, Mark and I had our last night alone in our own place for the foreseeable future. Zane has been away on a school excursion and comes back home tonight, and tomorrow our new tenant moves in. So unless Zane makes some new friends in Tucson (which he will) and has some sleepovers at their house, that's it for a long time.
So how did we spend our last night alone? We had a candlelight dinner, engaged in some lively discussion about how to manage everything and see everyone before we leave, and then we were asleep by 9:30pm. Oh, the joys of moving house.