The Importance of Being Ernest

I am sitting in Jane Clukey’s front yard, listening as Than and several others practice their lines for Jane’s production of the play The Importance of Being Ernest. Than is Algernon and I am Miss Prism.
It’s actually a bit crazy. There’s always someone distracted. I’m a bit overwhelmed.
We keep getting off onto rabbit trails…I wish Matt was here! Or maybe I don’t, he’d probably contribute to the distraction.
Feeling rather miserable. Will update later.

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