This was the temperature in my car this morning
when I set off to play at a church in Lake Crystal.
Insanity, to set out across the prairie on such a cold day? Not when there was a church full of people waiting for me to play for them. Not when I was excited to perform the world premier of one of the pieces I'd written in Ireland this summer.
Nope, I'm Intrepid Harpist. And it's my job.
P.S. Did you know that a synonym for "intrepid" is "plucky?"