Okay, I admit it, I'm about burned out on blogging. Coming up with new thoughts on my very mundane life is challenging, to say the least.

The dejunking project has not really taken off, yet. The work I had scheduled for Tuesday got rained out. Wednesday is my running around day when I'm gone more than I'm here. The crew that is removing the old hot tub is rescheduled for tomorrow, but rain is also moving back in tomorrow, so not sure when this will actually happen. I am attempting to discard more than I normally do on garbage pickup days, Tuesdays and Fridays, so that's progress, I suppose.

The new development in my musical avocation is opera. I've never even been a fan of opera, but this week I'm singing in one. The St. Philip's choir agreed to help our director in Saturday night's performance of Cavalleria Rusticana. We are doing the part of the Chapel Choir, and will be off stage, with no make-up or costumes required, when we sing.

Last night's rehearsal was rough. None of us were impressed with the rude director of the opera chorus. I hope he's had an attitude adjustment since then. We've got to go back tonight to rehearse again, and I don't feel motivated to do much for someone who acts like a world-class a**hole. We may sound very amateurish compared to the other chorus, but for last-minute volunteers, I thought we sounded pretty darn good. I was not the only one who left last night wondering why I bothered.