Being sick sucks
This I know to be true.
That's about all I have to say, pretty much. I have anasty head and chest cold, with sore ears too. Yuck.
Choir concert went well, considering I could barely hear. Hopefully I wasn't so atrociously off-key I threw off my section! No one complained, but they're kind that way...
No choir for 2 weeks. Bummer. Also major suckage.
Not sure what's grand right now...I'll figure it out, though - I always do!
There's a lovely CCLT member (community choir leadership training), with a hugely infectious smile and seemingly wonderful outlook on life. I've always thought of her as looking kind of like Janice from Friends, only much prettier and so much more alive...turns out she's an actress from LA...yes, Janice from Friends! I'm so glad I didn't know that before, since I was able to make my own impressions without any tainting. She's the sort of person you can't take your eyes off, simply incredibly present and expressive, and it would've been different if I was watching to see a resemblenace or anything like that.
Watching the cclt people made me feel that longing for touch I get at camp - casual, its okay to lean on anyone, touch anyone sort of stuff, what K calls so appropriately 'skin hunger'. The cclt people are so comfortable with each other and themselves and I envy that. A lot. Something for me to work through and try to figure out how to invite into my own life.
I'm pretty sure I'm feverish - my skin hurts, typing hurts my fingertips and my hair hurts. Plus my nose is dripping non-stop, so I'm off to bed to see if my neocitran will actually work.
Ciao! Whimseysgirl signing off without a spellcheck...oh well!
Sunday, February 04, 2007
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