Brother Andrew and his wife arrive tomorrow from Ottawa, and by then I have to get the house more or less clean and stock the pantry and fridge for feeding people who don't live on frozen fish. They are staying at least a week -- at least that's the plan.

During that week, I have two performances on Saturday, a dress rehearsal on Friday, and a choir board meeting on Monday that includes managing a crisis over the conductor's contract, which he decided to rewrite last night. (I could just wring his neck, for his terrible timing if nothing else.) I'm also supposed to go to the theatre and have fun with the relatives.

The garden is still a wreck, but Georgia mowed the lawn so it's not obvious to the casual passer-by.