zzzzz.

Morning at Choir 2.  Afternoon and evening at misia and perigee, finishing with the proofreading and catching important oopsies like "501" where it should have been "510" and geeking out over Star Wars and being fed v. tasty beans (moors) and rice (christians) with sausage (jews, only it was pork sausage, so perhaps not) and even tastier apple cake.  Home now.  Must remember tomorrow to return call from person who rang on recommendation of fellow soprano from Choir 1.  Managing editor wants me to come in for prelim test -- not sure when this can be done, but will try to schedule it, as may lead to job or at least freelance gigs of a no-the-comma-doesn't-go-there nature.

But now:  sleeeeep.