The last few weeks have been full of getting things ready for the production. I have been spending all my time shopping, a stressful activity in itself, testing out equipment and exchanging faulty pieces of gear. In the midst of all this we’ve been clearing out things from our storage space, so life has pretty much been a dust-filled frenzy.

Yesterday when we visited our storage space, tired and streaked with dirt, on the elevator to the basement, the elevator man suddenly announced, “I had a dream. It was snowing. But it was only snowing on me. Everywhere I walked, the snow would follow me.” Then Kerim said, “Yeah, some days are like that.” This Thanksgiving I am thankful to be reminded that Bunuel wasn’t making stuff up.