It was an out-of-body experience. The dress rehearsal for my orchestra concert tomorrow night was this evening, and it's the first thing I've dragged myself out of bed to do since Monday. The rest of life is on hold until I recover a bit more.
Thanks to all for your good wishes. I have been following your advice assiduously, drinking copious quantities of chicken soup and tea, while surrounded by solicitous felines. It helped when I recognized I was having an asthma attack on top of this latest installment of Winter's Worst Hits, and treated it aggressively.
Tomorrow's concert could be interesting. There was a substantial article in the paper today about the contemporary piece we are playing (you would have read about that earlier if you follow my practice blog). Who knows, might be a crowd. That would be different.
Read the article. Listen to a piano recording of an excerpt.
We're also playing Tchaikovsky's Romeo and Juliet Fantasy, and Brahms' 1st Symphony. Hopefully I'll still be with the program when we reach one of the most sublime moments in all of music (IMHO), when all joy breaks loose in the fourth movement. Wish me luck.
I'd better rest now.