My throat is sore, I’m tired, and I’m vaguely achy in my joints. There’s no denying it, I’m sick.
I am trying not to think about the big show at the Yukon Arts Centre next weekend, fusing bellydance with Big Band, in which I am singing two songs. Or about the week after that, which I’ve booked off work, in order to participate in 15 hours of vocal jazz workshops.
Now I’m trying to talk myself out of being angry at the realization that my body is human, after all. Dangit.