So, our show was canceled. Good job, theater, for double-booking yourself. And we, as the lowly random improv group, were booted.
Somehow, I’m not super-disturbed by this. And I’m actually more disturbed by how little I am disturbed. I think that by this point, I’ve faced so much disappointment that I’m not fazed by a little more. Which is sad. But also good. No use fretting over the unfixable.