It’s Groundhog Day. The little beast saw his shadow. More winter.

Truth be told, it feels like we’ve had even less winter than we usually have here in the Bay Area. I wouldn’t mind a few more good storms. It does look like it might rain today; it just has to wait until I’m parked and in the hall for the 11:30 Boheme rehearsal. I don’t think that’s asking too much, is it?

Last night’s rehearsal was orchestra only, and today is our first sitzprobe. Rehearsing Boheme without singers is actually a challenge, as I go by vocal cues most of the time. I even messed up one solo because I am so unused to having to count measures beforehand, and I’ve played this opera more times than I can count, I’m sure (although I’m not sure how high I can count anyway, considering I couldn’t count something like 10 measures of rest!). Ah yes, I’m not a number queen and math and I don’t mix. I’m looking forward to hearing (oh please make it so we can hear them!) the singers today. This is a favorite opera of mine … maybe just because of past memories. I wonder. But I am anxious to hear them … and more anxious for any readers out there to send me some reeds so I don’t have to make any. Pretty please? If you make me some reeds I’ll … um … write a reed poem for you. Or something.
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