My back is not getting better. It is, in fact, getting worse. I woke up this morning and had quite the difficult time getting up. It took me a while to convince myself I could go make my latté. (But you all know that I won’t skip that!) This is not fun at all, and I have work to do! Is this part of a virus, I wonder? I still have the cough … is it all connected?

I really must practice English horn, since I’m playing a movement of the Telemann d minor Fantasia for a Good Friday service. I’m also playing Wondrous Love with a cellist and while it’s not difficult I should at least run through it and make sure I’m transposing correctly. In addition I’m playing oboe on a few things, so I should get some reeds up and running … or at least find a few older ones that will work for a day or two. (I keep thinking my back will be better “tomorrow” and I’ll work on reeds then … I find hovering over reeds to be a bit rough on the back.)

So here I am, in robe and pjs, feeling sorry for myself.

Oh. Wait. That’s nothing new, is it?! 😉