Life is a little
too busy to allow myself to get worked up about not finding time for
writing. To misquote Radiohead, I did it to myself, and that’s why it
doesn’t really hurt. Three more weeks and my class will be over. My
choir concert (and the end of rehearsal for the semester) is in less
than two weeks. This last fact is rather alarming given that I
have yet to master some of the runs in three of the movements of the
piece we’re singing.
Glo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-rrr-ia!
On Tuesday, I got my first Christmas cup from Tim Horton’s, which is a small thing but one that always makes me happy.
In the picture-perfect Christmas, there's always softly falling snow. And a giant coffee.
It only took me 15 years to finally pick a colour.
I’m looking forward to friends visiting the city this month and next month, plus some other fun outings on the horizon, and the promise of eventually getting back to
Mostly, it’s nice to slowly start to emerge from the enforced solitude of writing and actually see and talk to people.
Oh yeah, did I mention I finished my major edits? All that’s left is the copy editing and the proofing!
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