Roz got the blues.

The Tuesday jam got cancelled. Coz of our knee. Coz we couldn't even stand. Zil came over and cooked dinner instead. I felt really bad about letting Helen Barley down and got one of my (usually quite rare) moments of anger with my life. There's all these amazing musicians coming and I still haven't restrung my viola. That poet that Just Jo and Thea were talking to - he's a cellist. I wish I had my own life, could jump out of here, grab my viola and play, play, play. I'd take my guitar too. Oh, I know I'd never be a really good musician, but I'd find a niche somewhere.
I know I'm not the only one of us feeling this way right now.
As Frieda Kahlo said once, on our behalf;
"I drink to drown my sorrows, but the bastards have learned to swim."
Conscious of the tenacity of sorrow, we are are drinking lots of ginger tea.
At least it's good for the voice.