Superstition

André Chenier staging rehearsal AM
Csardàsfürstin performance PM

After having a string of bad days, I was seriously looking forward to a good one. A holdover from my youth, I sometimes pick rather random signs of superstition to determine whether or not it is going to be a good day. Generally, if it is before 9AM and several bad things have happened, then I assume that it is just going to be a crappy day—out of my hands.
This morning, I was on my way to the opera and decided that if I had any copper coins in my pocket, it was going to be a bad day. Well, I didn’t have any in my pocket. And, now that the day is over, it has been a good day. Yay, superstition.

I can honestly say, though, that this might be one of the most bizarre, and, frankly, borderline psychotic things that I do. Thankfully, I only let the Fates determine my day once in a blue moon.