Surrender is inevitable. Heavy sigh. Such a gallant army. Such an inglorious cause.
Anyway, I should drag myself away from the Rebel defeat long enough to comment on chicken breasts, curried rice and salad for dinner last night (v mild curry, due to Katie really not being a big fan). Jeff’s doing the trash. It’s all very domestic and boring, and frankly, that’s the way I likes it. Katie left about 7:30 last night to parts unknown, but she had all her school crap with her and she’s supposed to text me when she’s on her way to school. I’m not too worried; it would hardly help if I was.
I am now facing the prospect of doing scratch recordings of all the songs I have selected for inclusion in the musical, with some horror. But it must be done….
