Last week I was headed to the grocery store when the song "Blues in the Night" came on the radio. That song happened to be my solo number in the last play I was ever in. The version on the radio was even in the same key. Fortunately I was alone in the car, because there was no way I wasn't going to sing along. Loudly.
When I got home a few hours later (I made several stops), I noticed my throat was sore. And then I caught myself humming the song. And then I realized that I'd been humming that song under my breath since I heard it. My apologies, patrons of Winco, Fred Meyer, and Costco. Apparently I really miss performing to the point where it's a little bit sad and a little bit crazy.
In other news, Shaun has switched from coffee to tea. He is a tea-drinker. It's a good thing--I love tea myself--but I have been surprised to discover that deep down I must have held an unexamined notion that tea is a feminine beverage. I'm still trying to get used to it.
This was March 1: