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Oogh. I know I shouldn't have stayed up so late last night, but at least I got to sleep before midnight. My new embroidery project involved tearing out six inches at the bottom of a piece I did six years ago, and tearing out (even though it was single strand and some of it was backstitch) is slower than stitching. I kept having to figure out how I had stitched it in the first place, because there's a right end and a wrong end to start pulling on. When I put stitches in, I don't usually think about how I would take them out again six years later. (And I am done signing pieces; this is the only one I've ever signed and it turned out to be bad luck.)

Today I get to drag myself through the second dress rehearsal. Monday's wasn't as bad as it could have been, partly because the nitpicking was hitting the orchestra and the soloists as much as us. Different concertmaster this time, and not as easy on the eyes as the last one, so I can't amuse myself that way. I wonder what the summer chorus is singing? Probably something I'd like to sing, but I need a break from dragging myself to Cambridge after work and being a responsible member of the executive committee. My personal soundtrack this week is "Keep the Customer Satisfied".

While "if not doing anything else, clean something" is an admirable philosophy for the facilities department, I wish they wouldn't vacuum in here during work hours.