I'm finally starting to recuperate my energy after last week. 9 trips down to the concert hall in 10 days for auditions, rehearsals, and four concerts wears me out. Don't get me wrong. I love what I do, but those 17 hour days add up to one tired woman. Today, though, I feel almost human again, and it is almost the weekend. I can do this!

I'm officially down to 18 more class days of school. AP tests are in progress (my students take theirs next Wednesday). I still have to get them through critical essays and book group presentations though, so we had that "It's not over 'till the fat lady sings" discussion today. These juniors are suffering from premature senioritis.

It was lovely to have my brother-in-law here last weekend for my concert. He is the sweetest man; my sister was very blessed. It is always a little bitter-sweet when he is around as I always think of how much my sister loved being around my boys. And she would have been so proud of my work with the chorus. She was my greatest fan. But we've all finally reach a place where we can talk about her with great memories and laughter instead of tears. Time does heal.