Having not been around for a few days, I wasn't aware just how bad dad has got. It was shocking today, the rapid decline over the last week is heartbreaking. He's not chatting anymore; he didn't even know I was in the room - he's just on his hospital bed, motionless, dry-mouthed, a pale zombie waiting to go. It's an image I can't get out of my head.
Got back, sat around for a bit reflecting, and then off to preview the Christmas show around Izzy's. Did it script-in-hand, and it's clear this show will take some learning which is a worry because I need to learn it by Monday night. It's also clear, though, that this show can work - it's a fun piece, with plenty of scope for nice audience interaction if I get it right. Nice social afterwards, nice to chill out and get a few things off my chest.
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