November 14, 2015

Paris in nightmare. It seems worse there, somehow.

Late singing for the Cantaria Christmas program. Spikes of rage issuing from my head at each stupid question or ox-faced “Where are we?” J notes that it is kindness to respond to his every “Where are we?” but not that it is consideration to pay attention.

This day is way too full. Off to the studio in a few minutes to take a stab at the River Arts Studio Stroll. Expect family some time today. . . . .

Bought a lovely antique lamp shaped like lilies, realize that there is not one corner of this house unlit.