I don’t understand what world this is and what I did to deserve to live in it but today, we start rehearsal for The Notebook at Chicago Shakespeare Theater, like we are going to rehearse it, stage it, there will be lights and costumes and sound, and people are going to come see it, and then hopefully run home to squeeze their families. Years of word documents and voice memos and zooms and phone calls and residencies and notes have lead to this, if it’s even real. So far it is? DON’T WAKE ME UPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!