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Last night was my final BHS musical box office mission. It was exhausting to be around and talk to so many people. I'm proud that I did it and that I planned for the time that it actually requires. It's a very long hour, kind of like working in restaurant rush. Processing 500 people through the gate is intense. It went well, it's over. Turn the page.

We are going to NYC in two weeks. Again, I'm doing it right this time. We're taking Tuesday as well so we can relax a bit. I booked us at the Casablanca in a suite at a decent rate. I think it will be worth it. Good seats for the show too. This is the wisdom of age I suppose. And the privilege of having a bit of money to spend, since we don't travel, shop or do very much. Which reminds me that I'm going to order new socks. I HATE these and they are well-made so last a long time. Into the Helpsy bag they go. Life is too short. Hell, the days are too short.

Things are ramping up for Violet's play which happens in one month. DH has booked his flight to Israel in April. The sun is out after a week of gray. On to the next mountain! 

Watching Criminal Record with Peter Capaldi and True Detective with Jodie Foster plus Annika and The Witcher. Late night monsters and crimes.

Two stories. One, from an acquaintance, speaking about summer plans: "They want to go canoeing but I'm not doing that. I mean, I know how. I did it when I was a kid. But I'm 53 years old and it's not safe." Two, from the local news: "Sunita Williams, a veteran astronaut with roots in Needham, is going back into space. Williams is among a group of nine people who will begin riding the first commercial space capsules into orbit next year, bringing astronaut launches back to the United States for the first time since the space shuttle retired in 2011." Sunita will soon be 53.

There's still time to change the road I'm on.