Bleh.

Well, I thought I was getting better, but the creeping death crept back up on me. When I cough, I sound like I swallowed a squeak toy. My head feels like it might blow up at any moment.

The concert tonight should be interesting.

Also, we're still under the @#$%ing boil order they instituted yesterday morning, which means everyone's bought out all the bottled water in the drink machines, and our poor little teakettle is getting a workout purifying our water for us. Plus, big pain in the butt to have to boil it, bottle it, refrigerate it...urg.

But I did manage to see "School Reunion." Abotu to watch it again for further processing, actually. Comments may happen at some point before next week, I hope.

*goes off to curl up with some tea*

Lasting

Tonight was the last choir concert I'll ever sing in at Kenyon (barring some freak move back to Gambier in the future which...seems unlikely). The "lasts" are not just coming, they'e here.

And I suppose this actually isn't the first "last" this year, even--the last research paper I'll ever do for undergrad work was turned in two weeks ago, my last piece for a creative writing class was last week, my last class in Sunset was last semester... It's not a good trend!

But oddly enough, this is the first "last" that feels like one. The second or third choir rehearsal last semester was also the first time this year I felt like I was really back in the groove of Kenyon after being away for a year, as well. Sitting in Brandi on a Wednesday night, surrounded by the beautiful light wood-paneled walls, with Doc conducting up at the front felt like coming home in a way that nothing else had until then.

It's kind of strange, really, that I should have such strong associations with the music department. Out of all my many friends who are in any way musically inclined, I am probably the least so. I'm the only one of us who doesn't take lessons of some sort. It still takes me a moment to read certain notes on the treble clef, and forget about the bass clef. But choir is still going to be one of the things I miss the most about this place.

Anyway. I'm a bit maudlin at the moment because I've seen "School Reunion" twice today, and we watched the BBC Casanova yesterday. I have perhaps had an overdose of bittersweet and depressing this weekend.

By the way, we did pretty well. There were a couple flubs, but people didn't notice them, from what I hear. Whew. Not a bad note to go out on, really. (Particularly since that's a horrible pun. *g*)