Did not get a text-message before my rehearsal today. I considered just curling up in a foetal position for three hours. But somehow ended up running the rabbit-killing scene a few times and then running the second half of the solo.
It's good to know that when one is not inspired, there's all that discipline and rigour to get you through it all. But oh god, it's hard work. Thank heavens there's wine to be had at the end of the day.