John and Mary and I are in a cafe in Tacoma. It smells like a Glade Plug-in, and we just heard Willie Nelson singing "All the girls I've loved before." We are sitting in overstuffed pleather couches, taking it easy after our Couperin bash-through. It is like paradise on earth, so happy am I to have this hour of respite. All things considered, it was a fun rehearsal. We are playing it up in the choir loft, which is always a joy. For one thing, it will be warmer, and it's fun to kind of be as part of the organ for a change, rather than a float.


It's a good thing that I'm so busy, because it gives me less opportunity to get all mushy and preemptively nostalgic about my job being almost over. We found a new receptionist last Friday, and I'll be training her on Monday and Tuesday, then it's all over! Oh, what nice people they are! We had fruit and bagels this morning, and an applicant who took all morning to test, so we couldn't spend enough time crowing about one thing or another. I'm really going to miss those ladies.