I am home. The rehearsal began 42 minutes ago. I only now woke up from more sleeping.

What happened: My carpool buddy agreed to drive, even though it wasn’t her turn. She did need to get gas, though. She suggested i call the contractor to see if he really wanted me there — I suppose I could be exposing everyone else to something, eh? He said (well his wife, since I spoke with her), “Do what you need to do. It’s okay.” Or some such thing. At that very moment I looked up at my friend and said, “Um, I think you’d better take me home.”

And just in time, too.

Yep … losing more weight was in the plan today, I guess. I couldn’t believe I had anything LEFT in this stomach ‘o mine. But I did.

So now I’m home. Aching like you would not believe. I can’t continue to use the computer because the light hurts my eyes. (Fever.)

I so rarely miss a rehearsal or performance. All I could say on the drive back to my house was, “I’m sorry. This is so stupid.”

Yeah, I think of it as my “fault”.

I also said, “I owe you a box of chocolates!”

And Carolyn L., I really do! 🙂 (Oh, and Kathy, I’m SO sorry! I hate leaving the principal oboist in a lurch.)