I’m free! My house and I worked out our co-dependency issues and I can now leave it and be relatively certain that it will be unchanged when I return. (Drat! I was hoping for an upgrade. Well, you can’t have everything—where would you put it?)

(In a personal aside I’d want to give a shout out to Accurate Dorwin and also to the Domino’s at 980 Portage, both of which offered customer service above and beyond my wildest expectations. Thanks to both companies.)

Due to my homebound isolation, I am short on Fringe news. I’m relatively sure that if a tornado touched down on site, I’d have heard of it—”Disappointingly, the performers lost focus in the 2nd half when the roof was ripped off and patrons in rows 1 through 3 were sucked into the vortex…” What can I say? The people who write for the Jenny are really into Fringe shows.

And what a whack of them there are—182! It’s crazy, we have more shows shamelessly promoting themselves than ever before and it’s still just a little more than a third of the possible choices.

This must mean its easier than ever to get into shows via walk-up (except in the literal sense, apparently, at venues like the Rocker and 245 McDermot, for which climbing gear and a canister of oxygen are recommended.

Group contact—Despite the variable weather, I will endeavor to make my way to the King’s Head tonight, sometime between 9 and 10 (I hope). I can be found on the patio, weather permitting, by anyone with business to do or tales to tell.

Tell Shawn—Oh! Shawn Kowalke, Jenny FB manager and Jenny Award Show host extraordinaire, is soliciting tales of how Fringes past and present have affected you. So tell him, Tell him but good. Then he’ll tell us all.

Coral McKendrick