Found out today I'm eligible for city-paid flu shots at my local senior center. My mom and I have an on-going argument about whether or not I'm middle-aged. I keep saying, "How old do you think people get to be?" and she says, "If you're middle-aged, then I'm old, and I'm not old." But when I told her about the shots, she said, "Ouch!"

First round of auditions tonight, and people keep canceling. I could have filled these early time slots over and over, would-be Scrooges!

Oh, and I had my first conscientious objector. Overwhelmingly, the response from the theater world has been they love the idea of presenting a strong point of view, but this guy wants nothing to do with my message, which is a-okay. Good thing he doesn't feel so strongly about it that he'd try to get a part in order to sabotage the show. I'd feel the same way about some stage version of "Triumph of the Will" or something.

Off now to photocopy sides so we can hear cold-reading English accents. Greg and I differ on the subject of accents--I'm agin' 'em, they always make me worry--but I realized with relief yesterday I can say my piece, but this is Greg's decision. I'm anxious enough about my own.