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The next morning, I figured I’d better record the Kaddish right away, before I forgot about it. After a few cups of tea and an hour or two of catching up on client email, I got right to it.
This time I attempted to sing it. I’m horrified to note how far my pitch drops during the 2:46 it took me to sing this thing—I’m almost half a step flat on my final note relative to my first note.
A few hours later we went and got pedicures together. Notice my macho mosquito bite, just to the right of Nick’s macho rose polish.