Bizet, why do you hate me so?

Actually, that exposed bit in the Overture? I sound surprisingly good. I suspect I am playing D sharps where I ought not to play D sharps, however, and am about to check with the CD. I am dragging my feet and muttering “don’t wanna” about practising that tenor/treble passage in the Carillon, though. Because Bizet and I, we don’t get along when we hit that particular point. I’m going to listen to the recording of that section till my ears bleed to internalize the theme, because I suspect that I am one tone off at that point.

I’m really enjoying this new guest conductor. You can tell she’s a cellist, because she’s chosen pieces with really juicy cello bits for us. Problem is, they’re exposed juicy cello bits, and I don’t particularly deserve to sit second chair, and these are only highlighting that fact. Also, she pays attention to us, for which I am grateful. Most of the time.

I went downtown for a lunch meeting today with someone I haven’t seen in sixish years, and it was great to catch up as well as talk about her research and her contribution to this anthology. It was wonderful to talk about paganism in an academic context; it’s something I miss. She’s sending me her Master’s thesis tonight and I’m really looking forward to reading it.

Work on the anthology proceeds apace. I’m almost done with the existing ms., and new contributions are starting to trickle in. It’s only going to get busier.

I’ve been dealing with nasty headaches over the past couple of days, too, the kind that are so bad they make your teeth hurt. No fun.

And aha, there are the flurries we were promised for today.