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Rehearsal this morning was miraculous in some times, strained in others. This afternoon was mostly strained. The Evensong service at 5:30 went well, although Carine made two mistakes and didn't like how the Mendelssohn went. I think part of my problem this time around is that the rep is not as dear to my heart, and the Anglican service is no longer blindingly unfamiliar and full of ancient mystery. However, this cathedral and its president priest still have one of the better executions of religion I've ever encountered. I was more than a little moved by the whatever it is, remembrance and dismissal thingy the priest says at the end, where you think of the ill and the unfortunate and people you usually avoid thinking about. It was so sweet, serene, and sincere I could imagine why people would be comforted knowing it's there. All the thoughts of someone looking out for you seem less imaginary.

There's more rehearsal after dinner, which I can't decide whether or not I look forward to. It may be good, and the good parts are ecstatic; there's nothing better than them. But when everyone's patience is tried, by each other and by the situation, nothing gets accomplished because everyone's busy being impatient. And it's unpleasant. I seem to internalize it more than anybody else. My back and shoulders have been killing me since yesterday morning.

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Better. Rehearsal was fun. Particularly in the first half. Everyone had the giggles. Stephen apparently always wanted to have a choir do the THX noise/record changing speeds. Silly. We still got out half an hour late, but that's the way; everything seems good for the first half and even great, then people stop paying attention.