Been realizing I've been keeping a pretty tight lid on my emotions for the past couple months. I ended up snapping at my boss (and his attempt at humor) on Friday. I apologised right afterwards, of course, and he, in retrospect, understood that his timing wasn't particularly well thought out. (All three of us at work happen to be under a lot of personal stress lately.)
Fact of it is, I think I need to let myself mourn the loss of Tom's voice as we have known it, and the loss of his ability to discuss the fine points of musical and folkloric information, especially in a loud venue such as The Press Room. I desperately miss singing with him RIGHT NOW.