April 1, 2011

Dark. The radio says “Libya” and then it says “cutbacks” and then there is some plaintive voice telling out its woes. My woe, tiny in comparison, is too much to do in too little time, and me spoiled by nearly a year of uncrowded schedules.

Cantaria sang for the opening reception of the Queer Studies Conference yesterday afternoon. We did not sing well, but we sang exuberantly, and, I think, pleased the crowd. The Chancellor was hugely gracious, and her house, where I had never been, is beautiful. I think a house with too much space would disconcert me, or perhaps I’m just too used to my little burrow on the hillside.

Covered my tenderer plants last night, but I think it did not, after all, freeze.