I work myself up into such a tense frenzy. Yesterday I had an essay about singing published in Time. It’s gotten a ton of likes and tweets, and then composer Eric Whitacre tweeted about and his tweet got tweeted like mad. Was I happy? Did I bask? For about two seconds. I’ve been obsessing about sales ever since.
So, I’m taking the weekend off. I’m going to try to make myself leave the apartment, have lunch at City Bakery, and then go to a movie. We shall see if I manage it.
And, I want this make next Tuesday’s New York Choral Society’s summer sing. They’re doing Mozart’s Mass in C Minor, which I love.
A tiny shoot I passed on my way home from the grocery store.