Good morning, all! I'm not sure I slept well, but I was in bed for a long time, which is where I head when I'm down. I don't think I have an ostrich-in-the-sand mentality, but I do go to bed and stay there when I'm unhappy, and I'm not happy. I'm not unhappy, I'm just emotionally down. I don't have any of those "I wish I were young again" attitudes; I pretty much like what I have accomplished and who I am, all of which I happened as I got to my current age; I was very foolish as a young man, and I have no urge to ever be that person again. I just wish I were aging more gracefully. There's no spouse, no partner, to keep an eye on me, my best friend has dumped me, and, unless that Ohio property sells, I'm going to die alone with little savings. This is not a self-pity post, just my observation of the realities of my existence. So, tje cursory results of yesterday's tests were one more blow.
I'll lick my wounds, pick myself up, and go on, but I don't think that will happen today.
Peut-ętre jamais!.. peut-ętre demain!..
Mais pas aujourd'hui...
So, I am off to Toyland. May is a very busy month, and I plan to enjoy the fact that I'm hobbling faster than I would like because I have work and that's a good reason to get out of bed. I have to research musicals for 1907 and George Gershwin 1923-24, do a bit of work on the full scores for JUBILEE, and print and bind a couple of scores. I think Ben Davis is stopping by on his way uptown, and then I hope to be home before 3:00.
When I get home, I'll work on my notes for next week's Trinity Church concert.
