Our people come over, in ones and twos, for choir. It was fine. Asuncion is out this week because she’s taking care of her daughter, who had surgery, so I’m doing higher-pitched songs with two of the other ladies.
I hate higher-pitched songs. I’m having trouble these days with staying in the tenor range, as my voice wants to slide down to baritone. I hate that. It’s especially bad when I first wake up.
Sharon doesn’t like to sit next to me when we sing because she sings alto and expects me to sing it as well. Nope. I can’t get that high without sounding like I’m re-entering puberty.