piles

So many things to organize, take care of, micro-manage, and worry about (this latter helps nothing, but goes with the territory) - before I get in the car and head down to Santa Barbara on Sunday.

I feel like I'm going to explode. I'm going to have to remember that life for my choirs and congregation at St. Stephen, as well as for my piano students, will go on just fine without me. Nothing is all that dire.

Still.... the list is overwhelming. One hour at a time....