So yeah, I missed the end of the game on TV, but I did at least hear the final touchdown on the radio. So that was good.

Opera … well … my brain wasn’t quite connected to the work tonight. Maybe it was all because of the superbowl. And the oboe ad. Or the hot dog and chips. Or something. But I didn’t play my best. Not that it was so awful I was horrified … just wasn’t where I wanted it to be. But better not to peak too soon, eh?