I will go to the gym at lunch or after work today. This is a true thing. Alas, I will not see the Adorable Tots this evening, as one of them is sick, and I really cannot be sick again. But it means I have another option for gym-going today, and I can do my laundry. It is strange how large laundry can loom in my consciousness.
Concert next week is in Chestnut Hill, which entails a train ride. The two dress rehearsals, on successive nights, also require train rides in the midst of rush hour followed by more train rides after 10:00 at night, assuming I don't find a ride back into the city with another singer (which might happen). Blehg. The things I do for Schutz and Praetorius and Bach!
I have decided I am tired of people telling me how bloody mathematical Bach is. I don't care. Bach is not just mathematical. Bach is dancing.