I’m home from a 3 hour Messiah sing-along. Whew. No nerves were involved, as it was very casual (although we still dress in black), but there was a lot of playing, and we have to repeat the Hallelujah Chorus at the end at a slower tempo, so the mouth is a bit fried.

Whew.

And now it’s only fourteen times through The Nutcracker (I’m taking the final, fifteenth service off). I think I can, I think I can, I think I can … make it through the next two weeks, that is!
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