Lyrics for the Day

And no, this wasn't my show. So what. From Sondheim's Merrily We Roll Along:
We'll worry about it on Sunday!

We're opening doors, singing, "Here we are!"
We're filling up days on a dime.
That faraway shore's looking not too far.
We're following every star —
There's not enough time!

We're banging on doors, shouting, "Here again!"
We're risking it all on a dime.
That faraway shore's looking near again,
The only thing left is when,
We know we should count to ten —
We haven't got time!
We haven't got time!

Five hour panic attacks: bad. Friends: Good. Liz coming over today: Better. The rapid approach of a cheese fondue dinner and large doses of snuggling with my beloved Baroons: Best.