So sleepy.
So sore.
Williamston Theatre has seats. They’re in the lobby, waiting to be installed.
They’re marvelous.
They’re heavy.
We had a ton of help yesterday unbolting them from the floor of the theatre where they’d sat for years, and carrying the beautiful, cast iron seats (in two’s or three’s) up the stairs and to the truck.
I think everyone involved is now hearing from muscles they’d forgotten they had…getting a little message that says “Um…what were you thinking?”
Or maybe it’s just me.
More on this topic, including pictures, later.
Before I fall asleep, I just want to say this:

A day spent surrounded by people of good spirit, generosity, and wonderfulness…as they happily labor and sweat in support of a dream…is a beautiful, humbling, inspiring thing.