Obviously, one never wants one's loved ones to be sick, but when E got up this morning and declared herself to be taking a very rare sick day from the 'Bucks, I was so very happy to have a day of gentle companionship.
In communicating again with my Freehold kirtan contact, I learned that the performance space had no air conditioning. A second floor studio, at the end of a 90+ degree day, and he's telling me that it'll be fine with a couple of fans ...
I tried to wriggle out of it, but he wouldn't bite, so I hung my head, cursed myself for not asking the question last night before accepting the gig, and resigned myself to being a professional. Ohhhh, how the dread built as the day wore on.
Just after my shower, but before I got my makeup on, I got a text that the gig was canceled. DUE TO EXCESSIVE HEAT. I could barely contain my glee. Immediately the day shifted, and things became ever so slightly possible again.
E and I sat and read / studied together. (She's doing marvelous, while I am in danger of flunking out of the course of study I've been with since February.) Bug ran some errands and got home late, and our attempt at eating dinner all together was thwarted by rotten steak ums, but even so, I WAS NOT IN FREEHOLD PLAYING KIRTAN.
Lesson learned.
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