A 72 Hour Workweek...In a Nutshelll

   It dawned on me in a dark, dank graffited tunnel on 155th and Riverside while the 40 mph winds blew off the Hudson River and into the chapped faces of the Carhart-clad Grips holding up light stands at the midnight hour,  that I wouldn't be able to recover from this week to a fortified enough state to form sentences, recall exactly what it takes to complete an eight-day hour drama, or to remember where and when time multiplied its forward progression.

My vague recollection of a fever fueled ending to the night looks something like this.....Lying on the floorboards of a 1990 gray Cherokee Jeep, hands zip tied to a dog cage,  with pouring "prop" rain on the windshield, and a Gaffer's perfect spotlight simulation of headlights hitting the hood of the car at the exact camera angle, as the Director measures the bounce of the chassis in believability beats.

The rest I leave to Moses who says it best....

 "Lord, you have been our dwelling place
 throughout all generations.
 Before the mountains were born
or you brought forth the whole world,
from everlasting to everlasting you are God.

 You turn people back to dust,
 saying, “Return to dust, you mortals.”
 A thousand years in your sight
are like a day that has just gone by,
or like a watch in the night.

 Yet you sweep people away in the sleep of death—
 they are like the new grass of the morning:
 In the morning it springs up new,
but by evening it is dry and withered.

 We are consumed by your anger
 and terrified by your indignation.
 You have set our iniquities before you,
our secret sins in the light of your presence. 

 All our days pass away under your wrath;
 we finish our years with a moan.
 Our days may come to seventy years,
or eighty, if our strength endures;
yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow,
for they quickly pass, and we fly away. 

 If only we knew the power of your anger!
Your wrath is as great as the fear that is your due.
 Teach us to number our days,
that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

 Relent, LORD! How long will it be?
Have compassion on your servants.
Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love,
that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days. 

 Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us,
 for as many years as we have seen trouble.
 May your deeds be shown to your servants,
your splendor to their children.

 May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us;
establish the work of our hands for us—
yes, establish the work of our hands."

Psalm 90