Epiphany came and went without any help from me; no personal epiphany for me either. I've officially missed the entire Christmas season and its music at St. Philip's. If it weren't a volunteer choir, I'd surely be fired.

I can't remember when I felt worse than I've felt today. I ache all over and I keep having hot flashes just like when I went through menopause. I probably won't post this. I'm sure all my readers are sick of my being sick. They ought to be in my shoes. Tomorrow I talk to Dr. LaGarde or bust.