Libera me
Over the past few days, a number of things have been stacking up to leave me a bit on edge. Taxes, landlord stuff, realtor stuff, managerial work stuff. Nothing tragic or catastrophic, but just lots of mild not-happy-making. I had trouble getting to sleep last night because of it, so I was tired all day today.
This evening was ICC rehearsal. We worked on all the various sections of the Dies Irae. Gerald was in a good mood, The chorus was doing well and making good progress. It felt good to sing, especially belting out the big parts. (Alan, our accompanist, is friggin' amazing, BTW.)
It was, in fact, exactly what my soul needed. I'm still tired, but I feel a lot less frayed and frazzled. There's still shit to deal with in life and at work, but I feel like I can set it aside tonight, get some sleep, and deal with it on the morrow.
Dona nobis pacem, amen.
This evening was ICC rehearsal. We worked on all the various sections of the Dies Irae. Gerald was in a good mood, The chorus was doing well and making good progress. It felt good to sing, especially belting out the big parts. (Alan, our accompanist, is friggin' amazing, BTW.)
It was, in fact, exactly what my soul needed. I'm still tired, but I feel a lot less frayed and frazzled. There's still shit to deal with in life and at work, but I feel like I can set it aside tonight, get some sleep, and deal with it on the morrow.
Dona nobis pacem, amen.