I begged out of
chorus rehearsal Monday night because the Good Doctor needed a report done by noon Tuesday. A report, incidentally, for which I received the information on Friday, without a rush deadline attached. Ah well much-needed billable hours. Besides which, the GD and company tend to be very forgiving of my eccentricities, so I don't mind accommodating them on must-haves once in a while.
But couple this missed rehearsal with the quartet being dark Tuesday night, and I won't get my MWR (Minimum Weekly Requirement) of Vitamin S (that's
S as in
Singing) this week. I hate when that happens. (Okay,
hate is a strong word. I'm
severely disappointed when that happens.)
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