Man oh Maneschevitz

Probably spelled Maneshevitz wrong (it was some grapey wine I used to sneak when I was a kid). And "man oh Maneshevitz" was a phrase I used to say when I was a girl, and the tide was rising high around my boots, like it is now. Running fron the orientation meeting for the film festival, to meeting with the director of photography to trying to get postcards done to spread the word out there. It's all much. It's 5 something now, and I'm up to go rework the script (again) to make it more filled out in terms of having not only a foreground story, which is what is there now, but also a background story. This means writing the actual funeral service, with the ministers whole sermon, etc. and not just the funny one liners and the battle between the him and the widow. Three meetings today, including with the woman who was script supervisor on "Ground Hog Day" with Bill Murray. I hear she likes my script.