One of the cool things we got as a wedding present was an espresso machine. It was actually the first idea we had, since we already had two functioning households full of stuff. The choir was kind enough to [a] sing for the wedding, and [b] pool their shekels and buy us one of these things. It's very cool.

So, today, D minus four for $evil_project, I'm being domestic. Did the laundry. Went to the vet- and the human-pharmacy, did grocery shopping (usually we do these things together), played with the dog, did all the laundry.

And baked cookies. Last week I bought an oatmeal ginger cookie, and liked it, so I decided to try it for myself. I used the recipe under the Quaker Oats box lid, minus the raisins, and with ginger instead of the cinnamon it calls for. Quite tasty.

So I was able to present toxicfur with a latte and a ginger oatmeal cookie just now. Life is good. Well, not really, but that moment was good.

Somebody's gotta hold down the home front, to give the principals the time to work their 90-hour week. Might as well be me, you know? A kind of tangible way of showing my love, or something mushy like that.

I'm off to the shower momentarily, or to get some late lunch or early supper (in some order). Have to be in Gloucester by 6:30 for an 8:00 concert. And it's at least an hour away, and I still need to shine my shoes and bathe and eat something (but not too close to singing time). Tomorrow afternoon's concert is supposed to be in the warmer phase of a freezing- and then not-freezing-rain, right at the same time as the Patsies are playing for their lives against the best team in football this year. I'm not expecting a great turnout, but hey.

In the mean time, the usual Sunday morning gig: up at six, no dawdling, warm up at 8 for a mass at 9 (but, yum, Palestrina!) goes down. I'm glad I have my voice back, but I'm not gonna miss coro very much after the concerts are over.