It’s nearly 2:00 am and I am wide awake.  My head is still full of Julia Child and Ted Kennedy’s sisters and the neighbor friends we had dinner with tonight and I am worried that I won’t get up early enough to clean the front room and gather together a good assortment of costume pieces before it’s time to leave for rehearsal tomorrow.  I’m afraid I will be late.  I’m afraid I won’t be ready.  I’m afraid I won’t have done enough housework before I go to the studio and leave The Husband and My Kid at home to cook all day like Julia Child.