La La La....

...yeah, I don't know.  The birds woke me up with their singing, so I thought I'd join in.  A lovely harbinger of true spring when the robins' singing starts before sunup.  I like to take a walk after I watch the horrific but feel I must watch it evening news and listen to the birdsong.  It helps to cleanse the awfulness of what seems to always be bad news.  I love the fresh air and walking by the playground of the nearby school, always smiling inwardly and outwardly at the innocent laughing and mayhem of the kids swinging and running and oblivious to the state of our world right now. 

I'd be remiss to leave out the wonderfulness of my Masters Scene Study class at Acting Studio Chicago last night.  Guest director Dado, who I haven't seen in ages after doing one of my most favorite plays with, Cementville at the soon-to-be-sadly-destroyed Mary Arrchie, was such a dynamic and fun person to work with as a director.  We hugged fiercely and both commented how we look the same!  One of the great things about this business -- seeing folks you haven't seen in eons but feeling like you just saw them yesterday.  Ain't it grand? :-)

Who loves yogurt?  I'll give you a hint:  his name begins with an R and ends with a U-S-T-Y :-)