A question answered.

Or rather, 26 questions answered, all from fizzixrat.

a) The old lady, of course. As long as Bea Arthur didn't have a baseball bat.
b) Something involving hidden wires.
c) None. They're too classy for those.
d) See above.
e) 32.6.
f) You'd never believe me if I told you.
g) Jerry Remy.
h) Who got the bat.
i) No, but a leather chicken might have been, at least if davehogg were telling the story.
j) Only the one that got hit with the bat.
k) Yes, but luckily they found a rubber antidote.
l) No, just bemused.
m) Carol Channing.
n) 3. It would have gone longer but people kept mixing it up with Spamalot and being disappointed.
o) Depends. Is Kim around?
p) Anytime he likes.
q) Nah. He'd think he had, only to have something else happen at minute 59.
r) Heck no. She survived living with three other old ladies in sitcom land; she can survive anything.
s) Enough to fill the Albert Hall.
t) Too much, clearly, if a mere bat could drop her.
u) Nope. Then again, it wasn't a work day.
v) No, though I have gotten some of my own.
w) If he has, he's not telling.
x) If you have, you're not telling.
y) If I do, I'm not telling.
z) I've been wondering that for nigh on 20 years now... :)

(What, did you think I was going to post the questions, too? :))

State of the Kath, Monday.

Bad way to start a week: Forget to turn the alarm on after staying up till midnight or after working on the Enigma (after procrastinating all day about working on it), and thus oversleep rather badly. Whoops. Fortunately, I am not overwhelmed with work at the moment -- there's stuff to do, but it's not like things fell apart because I wasn't here at the usual time.

I begin to be concerned about my tendency to procrastinate on the Enigma. I never want to get to a point where I'm either throwing it all together at the last minute or consistently not getting it out on time. The group deserves a good magazine, and if I get to the point where I'm not providing that, I hope I'll step aside gracefully. And I hope there'll be someone there to take it over.

Someday, I suppose I'll have to accept that there are limits to the number of things I can do at once, at least if I want to enjoy them and/or do them well. Silly reality, always interfering.

On tap for this week: blocking rehearsals for the first act finale, one music rehearsal, and sitzprobe. I need to get a haircut (really wish I'd had time to do that before the photo thing last week). I have sewing to do before LARP season starts. And I should clean house before my mother comes to visit in early April. And more Enigma work, of course. And crosswords. I am so not ready for the tournament yet, and if I hope to do as well or better than last year I'd better get sharper!