I hate rude awakenings.
9:33 a.m.
There was no Latin class yesterday. Patsy had emergency laser surgery on Wednesday (thus her absence from writing group) to repair a small tear in her retina, which would account for the seeing of spots last week. She is much relieved, and I have admonished her that she must start eating green vegetables in abundance, at least twice a week. Lutein is a must!
Yesterday in choir we went over the movement with my solo, and everyone was suitably blown away by my high sustained As. I was also blown away, or more properly, out, since I actually got nervous. My heart was thumping and sweat broke out on my brow. The second time through was absolutely no problem. I just don�t know what came over me. Oh well, if I�m over it now, by the time the actual concerts happen I�ll be cool as the proverbial cucumber.
We also sang all the way through the Willan, minus the �angel� choir sections, and it was glorious. The choir still has miles to go before it sleeps, but the music is so wonderful and it�s obvious how much the kids love this piece. It is a pure joy to sing.
I begged off belly dancing last night so I could clean the main floor of the house for guests after the concert tonight. I popped an antihistamine first. Hubby has suddenly been under the weather, getting hit by an all-over achiness that sounds to me too much like the flu. He actually slept for an hour on his office floor, not a comfortable proposition, so that he would have the energy to teach his electronic music class. Not good news, since we have a dress rehearsal this afternoon after the studio recital, and our concert is tonight. This is what drugs are for. When I asked him if he took echinacea the day before as I had suggested, he had to admit that he hadn�t. He is of the opinion that it only works if you believe in it, and since he doesn�t believe in it he won�t take it, so he doesn�t have the opportunity to find out if it works or not. Go figure!
In the meantime, surrounded by Buddy Boy with his sore throat (it�s better today) and Hubby with his general malaise and one student after another with different maladies (sore throat, tonsilitis, cough), I am living on the stuff and keeping the proverbial fingers crossed (they have to be only proverbial since I would find it very difficult to type in that position) that I don�t get sick. The time table is now such that I am not allowed any respiratory ailment before December 11, since the choir concerts are December 3 and 4 and the UpIands MusicaI Society concerts the week after. Then I may fall apart, but not before.
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