I'm experiencing a certain masochistic satisfaction on account of the fact that the absence of a one act this January means that I can work on defiantly (defying myself only) in the office til whatever o'clock without the fear of the gathering clusters on the slushy steps of our rehearsal rooms. I'm sure this novelty will wear off. But given the past five working days, it seems incredible to me that I could / can fit both. Lazy in my old age.