Baby, Whatever Comes Monday Can Take Care Of Itself

Show #1 of the season was put to bed last night, and we're already doing pre-production work on Show #2. Fortunately, we've got a couple of months to go, but in the meantime, we'll begin phase 1 of our sound mitigation next week.

Now, all I've got on my projects plate is the wine auction on Monday, followed by a couple of evenings of sound insulation installing, followed by a three day theatre retreat next weekend, and then I'm pretty much in the clear for the holidays.

On the Home Front: Moma and Dale have returned to town from their brief "holiday", and he begins the second part of his treatment sometime next week. According to my mom, they'll reinsert all the T-Cells removed during the previous procedures in one massive dose, then the remainder of the regimen involves monitoring his immune system to see whether the level of reintroduced cells was large enough to wipe out the cancer, which should take roughly two months to determine. So, we'll be spending a quiet Thanksgiving at the Cancer Hotel, and with luck, they'll be able to head home before Christmas.

Not much news on the Work Front. The search for my boss' replacement continues. We did some interviews last weekend, but the search committee wasn't sufficiently impressed with the candidates to make a final choice from among them, and they've directed our National Exec to repost the position, and cull through the previously submitted resumes to see if maybe someone with the right combination of qualifications was somehow overlooked (unlikely). Essentially, we're back to "square one", which means the chances of finding a successor, making the offer, having them accept and be on-board before the end of the year appears slim. Which further means my boss probably won't be able to actually retire until, well February at the rate things are going.