If

I had a firm idea in what area a true masters degree would lie for me. Obviously I still have the ability to converse and express ideas in a rarefied area. I'm not administrator material, unless they define the term. I am a frustrated composer who does not have the patience to sit through the bs required to get an imprimatur stating i is an official music writer. M. Mu Ed is a terminal degree.

guess i'll just remain a journeyman in the grand scheme of things.

Sick

pretty much sums it up. It started with Emma, went to Claire - who got over it very quickly, came to me. emma finally cleared it and now my wife - despite protestations to the contrary - has it. And guess what? I think emma is starting the cycle again.

interesting times.

and so it begins...

Mother Nature is intent on making the road to assessment a difficult one this year. The possibility of four storms in seven days for the first week of rehearsals ups the bar tremendously. Toss in a pair of very sweet, sick young ladies makes the day before the 'intended' first rehearsal an intriguing prospect at best. The last time ma nature handed me a situation like this was at DMS for the first run with Chester Variations, and we all know how that turned out. Best case scenario: a reschedule set of rehearsals. Worst Case scenario: retrench and swap out Balladair for Anthem.

Hoping for the best, fearing the worst.