So rehearsals begin Monday. Still scared I'll be like Phoebus, scorch and freeze the earth and die trying to drive the chariot of the sun.
There it is: a door, no way to know what's behind it until it's been opened. Of course it's never what you expect. Experience: the great teacher of exactly how little you can actually know. Also teaches you can survive all the flailing around blind, possibly even something good will result. Again, never what you expect, and never, ever, what you thought you had planned.
