Happy Wednesday!

Gosh, is this two days in a row I'm writing?  I might fall over.  It's nice that I can type a bit before leaving for the day.  If I had wi-fi at home, I know I wouldn't be here talking to you--there's too much distraction.  Not that there isn't plenty of distraction at the office, but technically that's called "work" so maybe it doesn't count. 

You know, it will never cease to amaze me that I can reach the end of the day and realize that I could keep going for another 4 hours, just doing the stuff I didn't have time for during the day.  I even achieved things on my To Do List.  They're To-Done.  So I should feel accomplished, right?  Why do I feel so behind then?  I have to stop myself thinking that it'd be an easier job if it weren't for the patients.  But that's too Basil Fawlty, isn't it?  The job IS the patients. 

So...  Another day done, and now I'm waiting for Irish session at the Bean tonight.  But it doesn't start till 9.  And I just got done work at a bit before 6.  That's 3 hours I have to kill.  I don't want to wander around town for 3 hours till Session starts, but I know that if I go home to have dinner and whatnot, I'll just fall asleep in the chair and won't venture back out.  If I *do* go out, I either have to leave almost immediately to catch a 9:40pm bus, or stay out till 1120pm and take THAT bus.  If I take the earlier bus, I'd barely have time for a drink, but I'm not sure I want to stay out as late as the late bus.  O, to have a car.  (O, to be able to afford a car.) 

Maybe I'll stay and get a bit more work done....  This is how it starts--a desire to kill some time that turns into a marathon work session.  Tomorrow morning I'll think, "Didn't I just leave this party?"

Le sigh.  I suppose I should go before I end up spinning my wheels any further.

Bubbling thoughts...

I'd love to be able to write something every day, but I know myself--I thought that the reason I couldn't ever keep a diary is because no one would read it.  So I took it online a few years ago--because then there is the thought of an anonymous audience out there Somewhere.  But that fizzled out after a few a depressingly short time.  And it was so long ago, I'm not sure I remember how to get into it.  So here I am....

This is the first Tuesday since the beginning of January when I haven't had a rehearsal of some sort.  No more Gossec, and no more BCS for the summer....  What the heck do I do with my night?  I rather feel like I'm spinning my wheels, and perhaps this is what leads me to write.

I still have parts of the Gossec requiem running through my head--as well I might, having rehearsed it for 4 months.  Especially the Confutatis, because it's so much fun to sing.  And then we had the concert, and then it was over till the fall.  Le sigh.

I was able to stretch out one more week of singing by volunteering to lend my "Big Bag of H's" (thanks Kevin!) to the VYO Chorus for their big concert on Sunday.  Yay Beethoven's 9th!  Once a year is never enough!  14 measures of high A, here I come!  And it says something about the difficulty of the Gossec that 9th wasn't really that challenging.  On the other hand that was the 4th time I've performed it in two years, so maybe I'm just more familiar with it. 

I really am spinning my wheels.  Time to find my desk so I can leave. :)