I knew it was coming...

I got ambushed at church today. I knew it was going to happen, just not this soon. I had decided to drop vocal choir while we're so busy at work, so Thursday was my first day of semi-freedom. This morning, Lila (our director) caught me and asked about the Christmas concert. Nothing much - just one or two solos. Hopefully I'll be able to scale back to 50 hours by November so I have some extra time to get these ready. Why, oh why, did I ever decide it would be fun to play bell solos?