how can i keep from singing?

a nice rehearsal tonight. the fact that we didn't sing the Agnus Dei was ameliorated by my seatmate comparing Rutter's loving and ultimately peaceful Requiem to the brimstone in Mozart. (alas, my impressionable brain will always hear it being squeaked out by Tom Hulce, punctuated by "are you writing this down?" "you go too fast" etc. etc.*)

this past week marked ten years with C and seven years of that married. (Beware the Ides of March!) we traditionally spend the weekend away, even if it's a hotel in town with one of those giant bathtubs. until this time, the burden of planning was largely mine. this year C insisted on surprising me, and i was pleased and excited, but spent the next month or so faithlessly fretting.

( i am such a silly bitch. )

*if you don't recognize that as Amadeus, shame on you, and i will happily schedule a viewing of the DVD.