Always Trying to Get Caught Up

I think maybe I keep too many journals. I am always trying to get one or the other of them caught up. The poetry journal, the "daily" journal or diary, the weight loss journal, and this blog.

I have project, now that I have survived the annual Staff Day of our library system, and my week off for my birthday. (On Ash Wednesday, yet again.) I am out to lose all the weight I have gained over my 40s before the big five-o hits next year. So far, it's five pounds down, 15 or 20 to go.
I keep track of what I eat and what activities I do on a website I found out about at Staff Day.
It's called NutriMirror.com, and it is free. It is a most excellent way to keep yourself mindful of what you are doing as regards nutrition, exercise and general health.

Right now I face the daily dilemma of what to fix for dinner. I have some meat thawed out, but that isn't what I want right now. Oh, well, I'll think of something.

Today at church, we did a choral mass. We also had to go down to the chancel to sing our offertory anthem. I managed somehow to turn two pages at once on my anthem. Thank God the notes are the same, and I had the first few words down, because I suddenly looked at my music and noticed it was wrong! Nobody but my fellow first soprano noticed, thank God!
I must be a better actress than I think if my face didn't give me away. For once my voice was more or less clear of allergy induced gunk. A blessing all around.
Biggest problem with having my voice more clear is that my voice coach then decides that I can sing things with a higher tessitura. She now has me looking at the Doll Song from Offenbach's Tales of Hoffmann. Not exactly an easy bit. I do hope I can reach most of the notes, but I think she is dreaming as regards the highest ones. Just because I can do the little bitty screechy exercises way, way up high doesn't mean my throat will ever allow me to grow that sound up to the point I could sing that high. (She knows that, but she likes to see how far she can stretch each student, and besides, working the higher stuff sometimes helps polish the lower stuff, too.)

Well, I've avoided the subject of dinner long enough. I guess I'd better go get creative.