October 11, 2019

I don’t know whether the pity I feel for my colleagues lingering on in a foundering organization is a perception of reality, or a sort of intellectual mechanism to get me out of it with minimal regrets. I have felt no incipient regrets, except for separation from my accustomed supply of youth and energy.

Again, colossal gardening. Staggering to bed for a nap afterward, gobbling iron pills. Off to All Souls in the evening for the NC Baroque Chamber Orchestra’s evening of Scordatura works Heinrich Biber. Remarked to Janis that my whole life has been pretty much scordatura. The moon, almost full.