Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

The end of last week got scrozzled and it cascaded to screw up parts of my weekend, including my not getting to Conterpoint on Friday, only getting two hours sleep Friday night, and not getting a chance to pack all the instruments I wanted to take with me. Saturday a bunch of additional problems multiplied each other instead of adding (including sitting in traffic on I-495 watching ambulances zoom by on the shoulder for a multi-car pileup ahead), resulting in my missing the first HCB set at PCF. Stir in still unresolved communication problems for an extra measure of frustration. The second set on Saturday was fine despite some monitor issues, and I did get to Conterpoint Saturday evening, quite exhausted. Good to see people, nice to listen to the music, even played a little despite feeling unprepared (I hadn't practiced any of my solo repertoire, didn't bring my filk book, and didn't have anything new), did get some sleep ... Sunday at PCF went well, then I made it back to the Conterpoint dead-dog party, hung out a while, reclaimed the instruments I'd left there, and came home. Monday evening there was an event in DC I was supposed to go to but I ran out of spoons[*]. Spent quite a bit of Monday unconscious, but did manage to get up long enough to eat some soup. Perrine was asking very insistently for something but I could not figure out what. Found a note from LJ support pointing to discussion of why Clive stopped working, which led to a pointer to a new version that addresses the problem ... if you see this entry, it works. Going to go crash again. The weekend took a lot out of me.

Leesburg has lots of cicadas, mostly the expected red-eyed ones, but when I went off to tune before our first set on Sunday I found myself in front of a row of foliage covered with yellow-eyed cicadas.

[*] The essay discusses lupus, but the ideas apply equally well to fibromyalgia.

"We may not be able to prevent natural disasters or eradicate crime, but we can create an amiable living environment by behaving ourselves. One might be forgiven for thinking 'No, we can't' after observing people in their undisturbed habitat, but the examples when things go wrong prove otherwise. They also give the lie to the usual modern excuse of rudeness being the inevitable result of stress." -- Judith Martin, aka Miss Manners