It's the third day of school and I'm "managing" as my answer to "How are you doing?!"
My hands have broken out in their cyclical, mild case of stress hives.
I'm barely thinking about classes (though they are just fine, I promise.)
Just music, music, music. Mostly Nine, Knoxville, other recital rep, and Albert Herring.
But really, things are going okay. Managing is good compared to falling behind. I'm mostly just tired and looking forward to Saturday.