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Feb. 27th, 2008 09:29 pmI'm no longer sick but I'm still a long way from :well:. Mostly still tired all the time.
We had our first rehearsal in a couple of weeks (we were busy recording/mixing/etc) and OMG did we all get a much-needed workout. Fred is still coughing, and I seem to have lost a LOT of muscle tone in my diaphragm. It hurts like too-many-sit-ups not like omg-i-pulled-something, but it's still not fun. Still, with just under 3 weeks to St. Patrick's Day, we're once again under the gun and then some.
I have a couple of sets of new words to learn and some instrumental harmonies to sort out. I'm taking on "Letters From Kilkelly" and "The Irish Rover", John has "The Irish Ballad", and Fred has "The Unicorn" (By the great Irish poet Shel Silverstein). "Planxty Fanny Powers/Planxty Irwin" is sounding nice, as is "Shining Clear/Soldier's Joy".
I made great strides in excavating my desk at work today, and also on the personal to-do list. The Capricon hotel charged the wrong credit card but not BOTH wrong credit cards, so that is easily fixable by writing![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ashtalet a check on Friday. I've got an appointment to get my hair frizzled on Saturday. I got the new mailing/post for Merry Measure mailed and/or posted, and have all the info I need to do the artwork upload for the poster special.
Recovering from a serious illness can be exciting though. There is the whole issue of "Mystery Injuries" - I seem to have cut my hand at some point this week and have no idea how or when. With all the zithromax in my system it's not infected, but it's in a wierd place and keeps pulling open - I shoudl probably tape it shut or something. I'm also slowly finding the various half-filled drinking cups that I strewed in my path. Pepper found the ones on the floor (which were mostly water) but there are still the odd moments of "why is there a half-empty soda can in the bookshelves again?"
We had our first rehearsal in a couple of weeks (we were busy recording/mixing/etc) and OMG did we all get a much-needed workout. Fred is still coughing, and I seem to have lost a LOT of muscle tone in my diaphragm. It hurts like too-many-sit-ups not like omg-i-pulled-something, but it's still not fun. Still, with just under 3 weeks to St. Patrick's Day, we're once again under the gun and then some.
I have a couple of sets of new words to learn and some instrumental harmonies to sort out. I'm taking on "Letters From Kilkelly" and "The Irish Rover", John has "The Irish Ballad", and Fred has "The Unicorn" (By the great Irish poet Shel Silverstein). "Planxty Fanny Powers/Planxty Irwin" is sounding nice, as is "Shining Clear/Soldier's Joy".
I made great strides in excavating my desk at work today, and also on the personal to-do list. The Capricon hotel charged the wrong credit card but not BOTH wrong credit cards, so that is easily fixable by writing
ashtalet a check on Friday. I've got an appointment to get my hair frizzled on Saturday. I got the new mailing/post for Merry Measure mailed and/or posted, and have all the info I need to do the artwork upload for the poster special. Recovering from a serious illness can be exciting though. There is the whole issue of "Mystery Injuries" - I seem to have cut my hand at some point this week and have no idea how or when. With all the zithromax in my system it's not infected, but it's in a wierd place and keeps pulling open - I shoudl probably tape it shut or something. I'm also slowly finding the various half-filled drinking cups that I strewed in my path. Pepper found the ones on the floor (which were mostly water) but there are still the odd moments of "why is there a half-empty soda can in the bookshelves again?"
