The performance went well. I parked at #1 son’s place and walked in my black lace dress and jacket — but flat shoes — through bright sunlight filled with joggers and happy strollers. I must have looked as though I was heading for a rather dressy funeral or something.
Once I neared the performing arts center, of course, I was just one of a flock of black-clad musicians converging on the stage door.
We sounded pretty good.
Master Chorale is now finished for the season, and I’m in my last week of classes. Finals next week. Then William’s graduation and it will be summer.
Except that it’s expected to snow tomorrow.