Her Green Figs

The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell.

23 April 2006

The Quality of Mercy is Not Strained

Went to sing, despite my irrepressible cough and congestion. There was magic happening during our offeratory. That doesn't usually happen and it was lovely. I wish I hadn't been running late for rehearsal.

Lunch with Goth Girl, New Best Friend, and the Badass Baritone. I had a lovely, wonderful time and SO enjoy having people who call me and play with me and buy me drinks and such. It's been awhile for that. I have plans with New Best Friend (Tuesday) and with Badass Baritone (Wednesday) for later this week. Can't wait. Yay life!

I'm worrying about Goth Girl.