All work and no play makes Swan a dull boy

I begged out of chorus rehearsal Monday night because the Good Doctor needed a report done by noon Tuesday. A report, incidentally, for which I received the information on Friday, without a rush deadline attached. Ah well — much-needed billable hours. Besides which, the GD and company tend to be very forgiving of my eccentricities, so I don't mind accommodating them on must-haves once in a while.

But couple this missed rehearsal with the quartet being dark Tuesday night, and I won't get my MWR (Minimum Weekly Requirement) of Vitamin S (that's S as in Singing) this week. I hate when that happens. (Okay, hate is a strong word. I'm severely disappointed when that happens.)