Very busy this week with Quilters. I’m emotionally up and down – from “What am I doing on this stage with people who actually know how to act and dance and can move normally?” to “Dang, I’m good!” Probably actually somewhere in the middle. It’s fun playing dress-up, but not so fun getting in and out of pioneer woman skirts and aprons twice a day. I seem to finally know my lines, but then the songs slip away. I’ve compartmentalized what I know: I know my lines, I know my blocking, I know my music, and I know when to hold up quilt blocks (I’m the official quilt-block-holder-upper). Now I just have to integrate them.