Good morning, all! The body does not want to move today, and the mind is lagging as well. Perhaps it's been all the rain, perhaps I'm thinking about winter hibernation, perhaps I'm coming down with something, perhaps I'm giving in to my usual lazy instincts. All I know is, at 6:30 the alarm went off, and at 9:20 I decided to get out of bed, finish the choral arrangement for THE SINGING NUN, go to the post office, and if there's time, tidy up this dump.
Isn't PARACLETE a play by Shakespeare?