I have to leave for rehearsal in fifteen minutes. Last Thursday night I gave Jan my solemn word that I would know this script by today.
Despite everything, that is a lie.
I have studied and studied and studied. I have walked for hours and read each line (said each line) ten times apiece. Over and over again.
I have drunk too much coffee and numerous cups of tea.
Lord knows I have tried.
Lord knows I will keep trying.
Lord knows, this is why we have rehearsals.
The sun is about to set. I am about to drive to Monticello. I am reminding myself that yes, I do have to learn these lines, that's the serious truth, but overall, this is play.
I can only do as well as I can and then do that some more.
I just have to be. The best I can manage.
And I can honestly say I have and so what more can be said?
Tomorrow, as Scarlett O'Hara always said, is another day.
And why, asks Ms. Moon, is chocolate not a memory aid?