That’s right, THE Bard. Tonight was the first chance I’ve had to go to Bard on the Beach. It was a night of pouring rain, which suited the play, King Lear. I didn’t think it would hit me so hard but the father – daughter relationship and the restoration at the end brought me close to tears and has me deep in thought.
A fantastic play, I’m so glad I saw it, which makes me happy considering I almost swapped tickets. But I’m glad  I didn’t. I got home from work, went for a short run (and picked up my ticket) showered got ready and went to the play. And got rained on. Heavily. After the play, that is.
And now I’m home, freezing cold still and need to have tea to warm me up, or something.