I have been busy with Lear--my only excuse.
We opened last Saturday and it went well enough for an opening night; I didn't feel particularly inspired but I had a decent enough performance--we were all very tired. I managed to fall off the stage at one point........
I have a blindfold on which is rigged to afford me limited visibility (very limited) but find myself closing my eyes nonetheless, (otherwise I'm looking at and not listening to what's happening and being said) and so, during the Edgar Oswald fight in which the only register I have as to what's happening are pants, grunts, shuffling feet, the movement of fabric and occasional scream of anguish, I screw my eyes tightly shut and scramble for the stairs which lead from the stage to the audience and listen to the struggle.
Opening night I crawled to the edge, put my hand out to descend to the first step, felt nothing under my hand and continued to slide entirely off the side of the stage. I did manage to catch myself on both hands, but removed 2 inch portions of skin from either pectoral.
At least my nipples were spared. That's something.