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I always thought Tuesday was a good night for choir rehearsal. It makes for a long day, of course, going to work, rushing home to get dinner on the table, driving back to Boulder to practice, but not so late in the week that it’s not manageable.

In fact, choir rehearsal always gave me a real boost in energy, one that kept me going for the rest of the week.

Now that my efforts to get the choir to move to a wheelchair accessible location have mired down, I don’t feel that way any more. At some point on Monday afternoon, I realize that tomorrow is Tuesday, and I start to get irritable and snappy with people. Tuesday at work I have an embarrassing tendency to start weeping. Rehearsal itself seems an ordeal – what stupid music! Why are we even doing this? Why am I here, except out of duty, to take attendence in the alto section, and to notice anything that might need to go on the website?

It’s turned to ashes.

Katja

1 Comment

  1. Patricia Tryon

    Just in time for Lent. I am so sorry, Katja.

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