"Chew slower. ... Better."

Anne made us bangers and eggs for breakfast (what's a detestable slang word for eggs?) and we had DIY sangwiches for lunch. According to Brett, don't try the buffalo sauce without understanding how hot it really is. You've been warned.

We need to return the equipment truck today, so we'll see how that goes.

Meal time usually means "check Facebook time," so you can expect to see no one speaking to each other, typing furiously and laughing to themselves.

I should also mention that we have no cell reception in the house(s) we're shooting/living in. We have to walk all the way down the driveway to the main road to make calls. This is particularly inconvenient if, let's say, you're an art director for a television show and you get calls like a muscular dystrophy telethon. The Internet is also scarce, depending on where you're standing and in which house you're in. It's quite the technological hub.

Today Phoebe had a few notes for the cast and crew. All I understood was "Yes" and "Ooh, Aah" after she dismissively threw a plate.