It's 4:00, and I want to leave here in an hour. I just realized I haven't done a one-hour format for the parade for our post-production on Monday, but the good news is -- we've turned our little office downstairs into our edit suite, and I'll be right here on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, and I can run upstairs to my computer if I need to!!!!
The weather hasn't turned out as perfect as we orginally thought, but the forecast for the weekend is great, so we should do well.
Our finance director resigned on Monday. Weird timing, but I don't think she feels actively engaged in our "mission." That would feel pretty bad, I guess. Being completely engaged in our mission, I can't relate. Man, I live our mission. I *am* our mission!!!!
So, I'm calm, cool and collected. And I plan on sleeping a few hours, then going out to the route at 11:00 pm and talking to some of the people who camp overnight, one of my favorite things about our parade.
We've had the best press coverage in my long history with the festival, and it feels wonderful. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, but I don't feel like it has. The Trib wrote a pretty iffy article, snarky and pretentious, but so what? Even Willamette Week has been supportive!
(The Coronation emcee just called looking for more tix. Yikes. It's 4:00 pm and the event is at 8:30 tomorrow morning!)
So, we're finally getting the coverage of this morning's Nadal semi-final. I watched a little this morning on the French Open website. They have this 'shot-tracker' technology that is almost more cool than watching the match, if only you could see Nadal's ripped arms!Here comes a monster, successful weekend! By this time tomorrow, I'll either be downtown with the documentary film makers or asleep on the couch at home. I'm going to try to enjoy every minute in between.