December 16, 2017

Baking cookies in the morning before the sun rose. Painted well for a couple of hours, returned, slept, baked more cookies. In the evening it was the Cantaria Lessons and Carols. The audience was huge and joyful, and we did our part, I think, to raise the profile of Christmas across this saddened land. I was in bad voice–or rather in voice that wavered between frog and acceptable-- and could hardly hold the music for inflammation (having taken pills too long before). Is this the pattern? Every gesture a sacrifice? Still--