Except it’s the afternoon now. No coughing fits at either performance. I came close once, when the soprano began her solo with the flutes and oboe. It was the worst possible place because it would have been not only the most noticeable, but it would have also killed a particularly pretty part. But I popped a lozenge into my mouth and I was fine. Oh Mozart. What would we have done without you? I cannot imagine life without singing and being surrounded by your music. Sucks how young you were when you died.
My family came and brought flowers and took me out to dinner. That’s them in the picture. Them meaning the flowers. Because I totally didn’t think to take pictures of my family. What is wrong with me?? I love hanging out with my brothers Douglas and Peter and my sisters-in-law Robin and Karen. They’re so nice and happy and relatively sane. Not a closet serial killer among them. No seriously, I am SO lucky in this respect.
God, I’m tired. I went to the gym, inspired by Karen and Doug who are more physically active than I am. Except now I am going counter that by laying on the couch for the rest of the day and night.
Snow!! Bring it on! More snow, please!