All my good intentions to blog regularly in recent weeks have clearly travelled the proverbial road. Oh well.
The concerts last weekend were a wonderful experience. Following a satisfying week of intensive rehearsals, the performances were moving and deeply rewarding as a performer, and it was a wonderful week at so many levels.
Alas, I brought home more than the warm glow of a job well done, as I was laid flat by a bad upper respiratory infection almost as soon as I crossed my own threshold, and this week was basically crossed off the calendar even though it included my daughter's 11th birthday. I wound up on antibiotics and cancelled almost all commitments (except the birthday, which was thankfully a very happy one) until Friday when, fully recovered or not, I simply had to get out to teach my long-suffering students (finals and recital week coming up), attend a long evening meeting/rehearsal for my daughter's dance troupe (final rehearsal before they perform in NY at the Ronald McDonald house), turnaround the next morning to take said-same daughter to a girl scout event (I stayed long enough to watch some of the fascinating work this event offered the girls - more on that in a future post, I think) and then get myself out to the photo studio to take some pictures for some singer friends.
Today was a quiet Mother's day, but maybe that's a good thing! Rest was perhaps my most-required "gift" today. Ok, I admit it - a flawless clean house (engendered by somebody else, of course) wouldn't have gone amiss either, but I'll take what's offered and a day with no commitments anywhere except at home was a welcome luxury.