No, I did not go to the after-opera party that I mentioned earlier. I just couldn’t fathom attending the party after the opera; my eyes were killing me as was my head (ah, the joys of wearing a headband … it’s a killer on this big head ‘o mine). So I’m home, watching the Oscars (handy to have recorded it, as we can skip commercials). I know I’ll regret wasting an entire evening on the Oscars, but what the heck. I don’t think I’ll regret missing the party … well … okay, not much. Part of me wonders if I could have managed it and had a good time. Too late now, though.
I’ll miss the opera … now that it’s over. Funny how that goes, eh? I whine and whine and wait for it to end and then I’m sad. Yep. That’s me all right. I played well today, as far as I know. Of course if I ever heard myself I might decide that was the wrong thing to think. But I don’t have that option, so I guess I just have to go with my gut and say I really do think I played well.
Yes. This is me too. Being positive. Don’t worry, I’ll get back to normal soon.