Thirty-eight warm bodies

Folks are gathered here. That's an accurate an assessment as is currently possible. Expressions vary from intent to blithe to hazy. Fatigue fueled by coffee. I am not a coffee drinker.

Slowly actors trundle in: not as cattle but to be treated as cattle. The room lacks the smell of an abattoir just yet, though there are murmurs of deodorant. Time is marked only by a clock on the wall no one attends, and the not yet nervous stage crew. After one day, everyone is a veteran.

Me. I'm a free radical. Today I may actually post words. One can never add too much irrelevant text to the blogosphere.