Early Rehearsal. On a Sunday.

Tuscany again, of a Sunday morning. We have an appallingly early rehearsal at 9:00 a.m., which meant I had to catch a 7:23 a.m. bus to make in to town so I could stand around for 20 minutes and catch a second bus to the South Side. In honesty, Pittsburgh's bus system sucks on a weekday, when it's a the height of it's prowess. Sunday mornings it's reaches new lows in lame.

And, typically, in a month they're cutting service and raising prices.

Anyway, so I'm in Tuscany having a muffin and a cup of tea before heading off to my rehearsal. And why we had to rehearse at 9 a.m. is something I have to remember to ask. Sternly.