… and I have two rehearsals today, the first beginning at 3:30. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
I haven’t been working so hard I have a good excuse for the tiredness. I cleaned the kitchen, hand washing dishes that didn’t get cleaned because our dishwasher is misbehaving (has the dishwasher been talking to my reeds? Are they conspiring against me?).
I backed up my computer, but I can’t claim that that is at all tiring. Just smart. (Hey! I did something smart today!)
I’ve done a bit of reed work, but some days I can just tell that whatever I touch is going to turn to dross. It’s definitely one of those days. So I gave up after a while and made dinner instead. (No dross there; it’s a chicken cacciatore meal for Dan & Jameson, but not for me, as I won’t be coming home to eat between services.)
In any case, I’m going to close my eyes for a brief time, so I can make sure I’ll get through the Double Day. Sometimes a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. And nap is what I gotta do.
Got it?
I am certain my appliances are all in conspiracy. They discuss things late at night, such as where to hide my cell phone and keys. One also speaks to my dogs, because they have developed a fascination with the bottom drawer of the oven. Strange.
… and I thought they only treated oboists poorly. Interesting!
Dogs and appliances, eh? That’s just plain odd.