I've had a full day.
Father Steinbecker and I drove all the way to the DMV and were too intimidated by the length of the line to even go in. Again, one does not simply walk into Mordor. One must stumble in, uncaffeinated, in the very early morning if one wants to make it through with a permit. I guess we'll try again another time.
I spent two hours with some lovely poetry ladies arranging a piece for group performance. Two pots of coffee and multiple chocolate chip muffins were consumed. But we did what we set out to do-adapt one three minute poem for four voices. We're super psyched to show the rest of our team later this week.
Our dear friends are here all the way from St. Louis. There are now fourteen people in a house that isn't even really big enough for the seven it normally holds. But that's okay. I'm so, so glad to have them here, even if it means extra chaos. Especially if it means extra chaos.
This is my last weekday of Spring Break. No part of me wants to go back on Monday. Such is life, my friends.
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