While it was foggy (not a lot, mind you) in San Francisco, it was foggier in my head. I guess it’s due to being sick. But how odd to get back in a pit, play an opera, and wonder after, “Did I really play all of that?”
But that’s how I’m feeling at the moment.
And yes, I’m just home. It’s 12:30 AM. Time for bed! (Yes, the time stamp says 11:30; it had been set incorrectly. All fixed now.)
