A 90 percent chance of scattered thunderstorms.

Opening night may very well be rained out. The local meteorologists and Weather.com all agree. There's a ninety percent chance of scattered thunderstorms. Then, of course, this is Michigan, which means there's a fifty percent chance they are all completely wrong. It's a well-known fact that this region defies forecasting. And when they are "scattered" showers, you never know when or where they will crop up, right? So they might go *around* the park where we are to perform.

I really hope it's not a rainout. If it is, our show will be cancelled for tonight, and we won't get to rehearse, either. There's no rain location. I'd hate to have to open on Friday night without a run the night before. I think the other three lovers and I will likely meet in a coffee shop and rehearse, even without everyone else.

In case you missed it, I'm very distracted by this today. I am sure there is something at work I should be doing, because I have a major server move tomorrow, and there're things to buy and analysis to run, and backup tapes to make. But at the moment I can't think where to start.

Okay, I'm also distracted because the guy playing opposite me in the show is costumed in tight, soft leather pants. While I ordinarily don't go for that sort of thing, it looks sort of good on him, and can be quite preoccupying. In typical Wendy fashion though, I'm not thinking about sex. I'm thinking that with that black lace-up shirt and those pants, all he needs is a sword and a mask and he's the Dread Pirate Roberts from Princess Bride. I'll turn around and he'll be in a fire swamp fighting ROUS (rodents of unusual size.) Isn't it amazing how I can't even have a normal fantasy about a guy? Sometimes I think I should be institutionalized until I can live on the same planet as everyone else.