Intermission
a creative coffee break from writing the play

Okay, so there I was all logged on for our first OMCCB, happily inflicting some lovely Sondheim music upon our callers as we waited for the meditation to begin, and I begin to wonder why there was no “we.” It was just me. Alone.

Well, not that alone. I’m not alone alone. I mean: no one is on the phone with me. This can’t be. Even my band of friends are missing in action!

Uh… and as I’m tapping along to Bounce, feeling the appropriateness of that title song, I realize I have called into a conference number that no one knows about. Uh, like the wrong number even. I hang up and call the number everyone is patiently hanging out on, way more than five minutes late, and we get to it. More than a minute. Yup. And then we all fell down the Rabbit Hole.

So sorry, my daring OMCCB’ers. For those of you who waited, thank you, thank you, thank you. It was cool.