I mean, what do they WANT from me?
Fuck it...I'm gonna go cross-country skiing tomorrow morning, bright and early. There's nothing that clears the head and invigorates the body like a good brisk morning's skiing through the woods. There's 8-10" of fresh powder waiting for me and Joyce.
Joyce on West Rock Ridge tomorrow morning (time travel-style)
Then, after I get back, I'll start looking for actors again.
This time, I'll sweeten the offer with tasty snacks, too! How can they resist?