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I survived two consecutive nights of dress rehearsals and didn't drown in the rain. However, I'm feeling pretty much like I've been stepped on. (I have been, but it was only Snip, only with one foot and not on purpose. She has a wider turning radius than she realized.) The problem with dress rehearsal nights is there's no decompression time in there anywhere; I run to Cambridge, inhale something for dinner, run off to rehearsal, rehearse for almost four hours, go home (thank goodness for the alto who lives in Newton and drops me off on Chestnut Hill Ave), feed the cats and then finally maybe decompress a little. Decompression time is important, because if I go straight to bed I end up lying there for twenty minutes while the music stomps through my head and I wish it would stop that so I can go to sleep.

The fact that the sun is out again is very nice. The fact that I can go elsewhere for lunch today is also very nice. The fact that I'm looking forward to going home tonight so I can do the dishes is probably pathetic, but that's my life this week.