June 9, 2022

Zoom meeting last night to lay the groundwork for Cathedral interviews. My impatience is an astonishment to me. I pray it is invisible. When Y thinks she must pray over and bless every little thing or the world cannot continue, when Z wades into the same muck she’s waded into fifteen times before, bawling like a lost cow, I think I’ll not be able to contain myself. I have, so far. Time is so precious that those who squander it should be shown no mercy. My extreme terseness (as I suppose) probably causes problems of its own. 

Pretty disastrous rehearsal. Our numbers dwindle two weeks from the concert. I irritated S by singing too loud, by rushing, by singing funny vowels, as I take it. I take the crap banner for the evening.