might as well jump
happy new year.
the end of things, the beginning of things
my time at the opera ended this morning, early -- 7 AM, before anyone else was around -- with the placement of my key card on my desk and one last lap around the building, one last nuzzle of the costume shop cat.
long overdue
I went on a little adventure this weekend. I wanted to go last weekend but I ended up with a four-day headache and also I was so stressed that I spent much of
miscellany: library edition
"Greetings from Mo Wedow. He just loves you!"-- from an email from the librarian currently working with our conductor from Rinaldo
a sunday
every time I see anything beautiful, I tell you, I think of you. everything I am made of screams: please don't go.