Getting my Monthly Confirmation That I Am Indeed Without Child the night before I am to leave for a few days to play in a music festival in a mountain town called Bear Valley. At least it's not a town called Shark Infested Waters...
7.30.2012
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7.03.2012
Hello, briefly.
Look. I'm going to be perfectly honest. I didn't bring a laptop to California with me this summer and trying to type long emails or blog posts on an iPhone or iPad is enough to make me nutty. This is why there is a good chance you have an email response still awaiting delivery from me and also why blogging will be scarce this summer. That's what Facebook is for, anyway. Remember that summer of 2010 in Brevard when I blogged (almost) every freaking day? Man. What a triumph that was. And now I can't even be bothered to link to those posts. Sigh.
But also, do you know what it's like to have extreme sinus congestion, migraines, PMS, jaw pain and some combination of cold/allergies/flu/consumption the week leading up to AND the day of a solo recital? Well, I do. It is the opposite of pleasant. But the recital day happened - it was fantastic, I had a great time (owing, I'm assuming, in large part to a healthy dose of adrenaline and denial), I drank some tequila poolside with some great friends afterwards, and then I went home and felt TURRRRRIBLE the next day. Just in time to teach some lessons!
Anyway. Now I am sitting on the couch in my sister's house with zero obligations for the next 2 days and I have no desire to do anything during that time except continue to wallow in bodyache-y, flu-ey, menstruate-y self pity. And now I pop two more Midol (since I already did Excedrin and some other pill I've already forgotten earlier today) and feel sorry for myself while watching The Real Housewives (YES) on the television.
Feel free to leave me gentle and pitying words of comfort on my Facebook.
But also, do you know what it's like to have extreme sinus congestion, migraines, PMS, jaw pain and some combination of cold/allergies/flu/consumption the week leading up to AND the day of a solo recital? Well, I do. It is the opposite of pleasant. But the recital day happened - it was fantastic, I had a great time (owing, I'm assuming, in large part to a healthy dose of adrenaline and denial), I drank some tequila poolside with some great friends afterwards, and then I went home and felt TURRRRRIBLE the next day. Just in time to teach some lessons!
Anyway. Now I am sitting on the couch in my sister's house with zero obligations for the next 2 days and I have no desire to do anything during that time except continue to wallow in bodyache-y, flu-ey, menstruate-y self pity. And now I pop two more Midol (since I already did Excedrin and some other pill I've already forgotten earlier today) and feel sorry for myself while watching The Real Housewives (YES) on the television.
Feel free to leave me gentle and pitying words of comfort on my Facebook.
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