May 5, 2023
Lost my voice at rehearsal last night. Sheer exhaustion, I think. I had enough left to shout at our director, who had doubled down on a tactic she acknowledged to be rude and disrespectful, but which had determined to keep up until we gave her the effect she thinks she wants, which has not happened after five years of her doing the same thing. I told her to stop it, that it was ineffectual and infuriating. She said that she would, but who knows the actual outcome of the incident? I gain the reputation of a grumpy crank (in case I didn’t have that before)? All things are suddenly well with the chorus? Rob pursued me afterwards to hug me and say “Thank you. That needed to be said.” Hope to God it did. My punishment was a restless night full of horrible dreams, which involved–literally– exploring versions of hell. Brad Pitt seemed to be my companion in the journey, which lightened it surprisingly little.
My sister sends the death notice of Esther, my father’s last sibling:
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