So here I am. I just finished the frozen pizza slices, and I’m relaxing for a moment, before I go to get in my black. (Okay, I didn’t really eat frozen pizza, in case you were wondering! I did use an oven. I’m smart that way.) Opera rehearsal went fine, and now I have to switch to the musical theatre hat. It’s not such a difficult hat change as all that, so piece ‘o cake. Besides, a friend of mine (Hi Debbie!) manages to have a full time job and plays. (She plays in more groups—and better ones!—than I too.) And she’s a fabulous bassoonist. So I really must abstain from whining.

Rats.
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