Thursday wasn't as bad as I thought it might be. Poor Tom got Chicken Pox and couldn't attend. I felt mean telling him his headache was stress and that he should try shoulders rolls to release the muscles.
We all dealt with the stress in our own ways and in front of a small audience of family and friends we did our best. In some cases our best was very good.
Maurice recorded mine and Geraldine's performances. I have been unable to watch mine. Watching is more embarrassing than actually getting up and doing it. I think I have some "Body Dysmorphia" thing that makes me think I look and sound different to what I do. It is very discomforting being confronted by incontrovertible proof of what I am really like.
I am disappointed with my choice of poems and may learn a new one for the performance on the 10th if I have time.
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