Rehearsals were 80%, given the voice was still in recovery, but
the laughs we had boosted my shabby delivery from closer to 60%.
You gotta laugh & have faith that the body will heal & the
kickdrum will deliver it’s miracle medication in times like these.
So around 9pm the batteries are drained, I check out & turn in.
I’m lying in the dark, drifting off, nursed in the gentle arms of
approaching sleep, when the phone rings,
“Hello Mr Hyde, are you ready for your phoners with Australia?”