Personal Note: There's still a long, long trail a-winding ...

Woke up this morning feeling as if someone had let off an air horn behind me. Yesterday evening's rehearsal was a touch stressful: we've run out of time early this year, so we're having to skim things we'd usually work through and hope that we'll all be on the same page come the day of reckoning. Eep. Fortunately we're pretty good at winging it and nobody expects us to be the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. Since we're singing from the loft, we can also do a lot more frantic scrabbling about between hymns than we could if we were down in the chancel. But still -- air horns. So I wibbled around the house for a while, skipped breakfast, and began cooking, which had its usual therapeutic effect. Phew. It helps, too, that today is The Day of Desserts, which means that the house smells pleasantly of carrot cake (came out a bit lunar -- I think I need new baking powder or something) and chocolate cheesecake and panna cotta. Will be eating breakfast now, and possibly working on this year's Shakespeare filk ...