September 19, 2012
There is no time for reflection, and images are getting mixed up in my head as a result. It’s hard to remember what day it is even as I drive to work, and what quizzes need grading and which still need to be written. With huge regret I bail on a long-awaited roadtrip to Boston with friends this evening to hear a favorite performer, and spend the time playing and refining my new compositions for recording in a few days, and tying up loose ends for the concert. Things like, where is the performer going to stay now that it appears my house will be full of new-paint fumes on Saturday that will trigger his allergies. At night there is no dreaming, just a blanket of velvet closing my eyes to prevent me seeing further down the road so I can rest.