Two things

The Rainbow Chorus has a habit of pulling things together last minute, but this weekend's concerts were perhaps the best example (or worst, considering the emotional drain). I expected fifty per cent of our capability, but Friday night turned out seventy-five, and Saturday ninety. Nevertheless, after one more performance next Sunday at Guelph Unitarian Congregation, I'll be ready for a break until September.

Depression. It's about time to pay a visit to the shrink and discuss adjusting the meds. This spring has simply been a drag, but not in an obvious, paralyzing way. It has crept up: signs of self-neglect, and the realization I can't continue this way. The benefit of cognitive therapy seems limited, and I feel overwhelmed by the work involved. I have lost my grasp of skills already learned. On the good side, I've been gardening and drawing nearly every day. On the down side, I haven't cooked a proper meal for myself in two weeks. No interest.