Back from the gym -- dead beat. Singing lesson this afternoon at 3:30; better have some energy back by then.

The inestimable Ms Pinch, my personal trainer (hark at me! A personal trainer!) put me through the usual hour of purgatory today, but this time after the hour of cardio instead of before. (The gym staff were summoned to a meeting at the time usuall appointed for our hour of power.) I dragged my tail the whole time, and poor Pinch feared that I would plotz. Note to file: don't leave it all on the elliptical machine.

I have decided to quit the choir I have been irritably singing with for several years now. The guys in the back row won't shut up when the conductor is giving direction, and the repertoire doesn't do anything for me. Worse, for the up-coming performance we have to wear ostensibly War of 1812 costumes, an idea I just loathe. The performance is 13 April, and my whole being is saying No.

Question for the committee: Would I be a Bad Person if I handed in my bonnet and resigned now? They have plenty of women and don't actually need me.