Well, whilst it's been relaxing in one sense to spend the past few weeks doing, basically, bugger all, in another sense (generally the pedantic, OCD, over-sensitive one), it's fabulous to start getting down to the nitty-gritty.
6 a.m.: Wake up. Realise it's seriously chucking it down. Revise projected clothes for today. Worry about whether I've remembered to bring that particular top with me. Worry about whether it reveals too much. Choose another one. Remember I haven't brought along a cardy that would go with that...
11 a.m.: Konzeptionsgespräch (for those who understand a small percentage of German, as I do, this is not as interesting as it may sound - it's a conversation about the concept behind the piece, rather than about conception). I was very glad I'd gone through the score translating what I wasn't sure of; it meant I understood what the director was saying for the most part. I concentrated hard on laughing when I should, and shutting up when I wasn't sure of what he'd said (nothing worse than people asking why you're laughing when you don't actually know, you were following everyone else; I learned this the hard way on the school bus some decades ago).
5.30 p.m.: Catch up on e-mail; coffee, half-hearted ashtanga yoga and practising swearing to wake self up (latter helped by, yes seriously, what looked like a hermaphrodite appearing from next-door flat and asking me to keep the singing down during its exams).
I'm going to enjoy this!