monday bloody monday

it was a crazy, crazy weekend. a crazy, church-filled weekend. a crazy, rainy, church-filled weekend. the kind of weekend that it's suddenly 9:30 on sunday night and you can't figure out where the weekend went or why you're so tired. and i don't mean that it's 9:30 on sunday night and you're coming out of a crystal meth haze. i don't do that.

it was good to sing again, even if it was as a ringer in a catholic mass, standing next to a man that i affectionately named the foghorn. "i can't even hear you because of him," john turned around from the tenor section to tell me. "i can't even hear myself," i said. (insert snooty comments about hippy-ish catholic music here.)

now i must away to my job, back to the real world. back to meetings and explanations and no-show asthmatics and national institute of health visits and being broke. more later.