May 30, 2025

Days of often monumental rain. After choir on Wednesday night we made our way to the Barrel House through cloudburst. Merry. GMC chorus rehearsal last night was disastrous for me because I was in such wretched voice, the mucus on my cords making hitting the pitch I aimed for a continuous adventure. The chorus is by far the largest it’s ever been, which is good in many ways, but bad in that it provides an audience, and rehearsal devolves into long passages of banter and showing off not much different from burlesque. A good time was had by all, but–.

Perhaps Trump is himself a kind of vaccine, inoculating the electorate against anything vaguely resembling him in time to come. Alas, though, that Fate took our time to give this lesson.