Gay ads and sleeping lessons

It's one of those hair-pulling, teeth-gritting days. First off, I'd just put the finishing touches on the program for The Rez Sisters when the theatre that swapped ads with us informed me that they had to make a bunch of changes to their Laramie Project ad so they won't lose the rights. No biggie. But the revised ad they sent was so microscopically teensy-weensy that it looks more like a postage stamp (a really gay postage stamp - not that there's anything wrong with that!).

Second, Aaron is having a lot of problems with his mom's boyfriend. Nothing major, typical teen stuff, man and boy fighting for household supremacy in the ancient tradition. But it's still difficult to watch. I realize, though, that it's a vital part of his growing-up process and is simply something he has to go through rather than step around.

Third, I'M perfectly toasty in our new place, but Richard (Mr. Stroll-around-in-shorts-all-winter) is frozen. He hates wearing more clothing than absolutely necessary, and the idea of having to put on things like pajama bottoms and slippers and sweaters just chills his blood, literally. To hear him, you'd think he was on a never-ending polar expedition.

Fourth, I have to get up early for a sleep-doctor appointment. This is the day I'll be assigned to sleep class, where they will instruct me in how to sleep. I wish I was kidding. I mean, I want to do everything in my power to straighten out my sleep troubles, but a sleeping class? If I fail, do I get sent to the breathing class down the hall?