8 days to hermitage

The countdown has started and I am getting nervous. I was not the least bit nervous about bone spur removal nor prostate removal. But I am very upset about an operation on my vocal chords. I have no idea how I am going to weather the days until the big day. Work is driving me mad. If I could just lose myself in work, it would help greatly. But alas, work is stressful too. I am trying to think about my impending hermitage - 8 days post-surgery of silence and hiding from the world. I think it would be a hoot just for the sake of old times and remembrances of percoset with dental problems to paint my door during my forced confinement. I would like to paint it the right color, but I cannot decide what the right color is. My house is neo-colonial brick with white trim. Most of the doors in the neighborhood are white. The second most popular is a natural wood tone. The orignal door is stylistically the most authentic, unlike so many that have been replaced with Victorian and other abominations. I would like my door to be different. White seems most correct, but I want color. There are a couple of federal blue doors sprinkled through the neighborhood. Also, I have a unique storm door - black iron in a square pattern - called Maryland - quite colonial. My roofing is green and I am thinking that a grey green to match the roofing might be acceptable, especially with my front yard jungle. I don't know if I can spend enough time worrying about the door color to stave off worrying about being able to sing in another month. Everyone is so concerned about how I will remain silent for 8 days post surgery. I don't see that as much of a problem. I don't see the entire recuperation as much of a problem. But the actual deed scares me. I planned one thing correctly. I sing next Sunday with Sarah and Rebecca - three anthems of early music, the latest of which is Handel. Counldn't ask for anything better. Three pieces that have never been performed at Christ Church before that we know of. This will make my final appearance before surgery memorable. I really wanted that! I suppose I should look forward to getting my real singing voice back. It is difficuly to do that when one of the possibilities is to lose it entirely. But this is why I have one of the foremost surgeons to fix this problem. He is a singer. This means he will surely be as carefulas he can be. He is also a morning person. Any surgeon who wants to begin early in the morning has got to be top drawer! Meanwhile, I have to spend much time thinking about a door color in order to avoid thinking about vocal chord surgery..