5 a.m. and I cannot sleep; I'm frustrated by the possibility the inept conductor of the Sept 1 orchestra reading is being kept on the project, and the refusal to replace him is getting to me. i've read through the complete score of PEER GYNT, the incidental music for the play and not the two suites from it, as well as the critical notes, and i'm ready to tackle the inventory of the Victor Herbert Collection at the Library of Congress.
This cold continues to drive me mad as well, and while I wish I'd taken some Nyquil, I don't like the drugged effect I have when I wake. Damn!