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Weeping over The Last 5 Years again. Seeing it four days in a row makes it even more potent than it already is. It took me a few days to recognize melodies that recur frequently in the music, the way Jeff the director used colors and props, and all that. I cried at the wedding and the final number on Tuesday and Wednesday, but just the final number last night and tonight. I think it's because it's a song that's full of energy, and while Cathy is joyful and optimistic, we see her future in Jamie, who's singing his lament at the end of the marriage at the same time she's singing that she'll be waiting to see him again tomorrow. And the music is beautiful, too, which makes the heartbreak even worse.

Mom said I would know when it was time to euthanize Boo-Cat. She was only a little right; I realized last night that I should already have done it. His body and dignity have been suffering for a while, and I haven't recognized it like I ought. I have an appointment for this afternoon

( Phil took these photos shortly after Boo's surgery this summer. )

Boo-Cat's tumor is malignant. The vet said it's a high-grade cancer: "High-grade cancers spread early, when the primary tumor is still quite small or barely detectable." (Ganked from WebMD.) I shall do some research, see what I'm capable of doing financially and otherwise, and then go from there.

Two hours of work and three hours of rehearsal to go before I can head home and cuddle the stuffing out of him.

Well, I had a lazy morning. The feet ached enough that I couldn't be arsed to go to the supermarket to buy bay leaves, so I did without. The chicken stock won't suffer; by the time I was through, three carrots, one and a half onions, and several stalks of celery gave their lives to the process. This is gonna be the best chicken and dumplings ever.

I finished Through the Looking Glass this morning, too. Alice's stories are insane, but I really liked her adventures. I'll try to write a coherent review tomorrow.

I did make it to Jerad's memorial and found out lots of really fantastic things about him, which makes me even more upset that I didn't have the opportunity to see him perform and that I didn't have the time to get to know him better. It was a lovely get-together, and over fifty people showed up. I expected to see Phil's friends Scott and Mary, but I also saw Bill and Nell, who are from the play reading group. An unexpected delight was Rose, who played Queen Eleanor in The Lion in Winter twice last year, and she even recognized me! She acted with Jerad once, and they were friends for about ten years.

I'd committed to be the stage manager for a couple of abridged Shakespeare plays with Scott directing, but that project has been put on the shelf. Jerad had performed the Shakespeare one-acts with Scott before, and I think Scott's retiring the project indefinitely because Jerad's gone. Scott and Mary saw something else last night that lit a fire under his butt, so we may do something completely different later this year, but for now, I'm free to spend more time at the Mysterium. I e-mailed Marla to let her know, because I really want to learn as much as I can about all the behind-the-scenes stuff of theater as well as performing again. I think she's going to start me in box office, and I'm perfectly happy to donate my time in exchange for an education. That's how apprenticeships work, right?

I was supposed to go to a church thing tonight, but my entire body is in an uproar for a few different reasons, so I'm giving myself the night off. Phil's there, so there goes my chance to see him today; BOO. (He was at work during the memorial.) I'll put Inception in the DVD player and then reread a Sherlock fanfic I read a few weeks ago that was a crossover. It was really very interesting, but I couldn't remember all the rules from the movie, so this will refresh my memory. If you're interested in a Sherlock BBC/Inception one-shot, here's the fic rec:

Title: I Deduce In My Sleep
Fandoms: Sherlock (BBC) and Inception
Characters/Pairing: Sherlock/John (implied), plus Ariadne, Arthur, and Cobb
Rating: PG-13
Summary: John Watson doesn't quite recognize the agitated man in his dream screaming about idiots, but he knows that he's important somehow.

Happy Saturday night and Sunday morning, y'all. ♥