I have returned from Toyland, and the music I thought I dragged home yesterday was sitting on my desk where I'd left it when I came in yesterday. What's run away with my mind?
That's the power of Friday the Thirteenth, baby!
Let us pray this meeting this afternoon goes better than my life has the past two days! I've listened to the "Gems of Irish Opera" discs and the singers, except for the baritone, are dreadful. A high wobbly soprano, a low wobbly alto, both with pich problems, and a reedy tenor who sounds like a wimp. Please God, don't let this be the top of the talent pool in Dublin!