It’s going to be one of those weeks. I can just smell it.

1. Woke up this morning with a terrible cold. I felt it coming on all day yesterday, but tried to ignore it. It will not be ignored.
2. In anticipation of feeling like garbage this morning, I took *one* NyQuil pill (half the regular dosage) at bedtime last night. Overslept by two hours — feel like garbage.
3. I needed to bake and choreograph today. Neither is looking too good right now.

However…

1. I got to see the Js this weekend.
2. ”         ”       ”   Mavis this weekend.
3. Our DVD player died, and at 9:30 last night, we found a new one that does more neat stuff than the one we had (built-in WiFi, cool interface, more options), for not much more than we paid for the previous Blu-Ray player. Score.

Weekend = success. Now there’s that icky week coming up. Hork. Bring on the Super Bowl — my last excuse for not doing anything tonight.

Did I thank you all for your kind comments yesterday? Well I am now. Good conversations at school led to some hugs and healing.

All is well. I am running late. Nothing new under the sun. Happy Finkday. Bring on the grandsons, the sunny weather (and almost 50 degrees!), choreography, score cuts, calling guitar players and photographing sweet treats at Kay’s house.

And it’s payday too, thank the gods. I’m all set! Hope you have some fun plans for the weekend.

My new year’s resolution to try to care a bit less about what people think is being mightily tested. Here is what I observe (in lieu of sleep) this morning:

1. I am being refined by fire. It’s good for me. By “refined by fire,” I mean watching my character (and that of a colleague) be assassinated in an open forum. And by “it’s good for me,” I mean I did not respond to it.  Those who know me best know that it is not at all like me to take that kind of treatment silently. Win.
2. There are those who think I have never suffered rejection or disappointment, so I couldn’t possibly identify with what they are going through. Oh my, the stories I could tell…
3. People who have never spoken more than a few words to me in my life appear to have intimate knowledge of why I make certain decisions. If they were actually correct in their assumptions, it would be beyond cool, ja? It’d be like, I dunno, magic.
4. It is always easier to assume than to ask. Maybe it’s because we are afraid we won’t like what we hear. (I’ve been guilty of this, too.)
5. This will all pass, and the sun will come up, and things will again be good. I have 35 years of experience with this stuff telling me that’s the case.
6. I hate auditions.

What I really want is for someone to get up and make the coffee. Nah, nevermind — I’ll do it. Happy Thursday! I can smell the end of the week…

Sure looks like it. And about time, too.

Rousseau, at his relaxed happiest at 6:30 this morning…

You know, as much as I complain about the weather (and lack of weather on school days when I’d rather stay home in my jammies), winter is very pretty here. Peaceful and quiet.

Until, of course, you get in your car.

Happy Saturnday, fiends — hi ho, hi ho…

Well………

1. It’s Finkday. And there was much rejoicing.
2. I’m spending part of the day at beautiful Terra Community College, in a planning session for the proposed Jazz and American Music Festival. Fun.
3. It’s 6:25 a.m., and I don’t have to get ready to leave yet.
4. Basically, it’s a 3-day weekend. Score!