August 27, 2015

Afternoon. E is on her way back north. We must have been good company for each other when we lived together, for we were this time too.

Rehearsal last night was good. We read through Mozart’s Miss Brevis in F, and I was reminded that sight reading unfamiliar material is one of my favorite things, especially if it’s pre-twentieth century and one has the pleasure of discovering patterns and being rewarded with familiar passages. Was given cake for my birthday, which I shared with E as we watched Project Runway.

Cannot shake off a clinging drowsiness. Slept badly last night, having eaten too much and too late.

Odd sky through my window, brooding and yet bright.