March 21, 2018

Thin snow for the Equinox. Lovely on the peach blossoms. Good classes this week. I don’t seem to have offended anybody in several days.

J S arrived looking lankly and determined, like a handsome Lincoln– probably my favorite student of all time, my warrior-saint. He caught me up on his recent activities in South Africa (keeping the government from torturing mental patients, etc), his disappointing clerkship in New York, his new and possibly exciting job in DC. Glad he’s in this hemisphere again. He is God’s success rather than mine, but I a willing to accept everything he attributes to me.

The Brahms Requiem is my current ear worm, Could be worse.