This weekend we are singing with Alicia de Larrocha (Barcelona, 1923-2009).
I was supposed to keep working when I got home last night, but I did not. I had been at it for twelve hours and was too overloaded to play, either. I understood at last why people have private lap pools, because had I had one, I would have been in it. I finished the wine and stared into the distance.
Je suis très fatiguée. I was supposed to get up early this morning but I did not. I got up and looked at e-mail, then started to clean. I met with my house painter, then started to look for spring semester textbooks, as my order is due. Now it is already five.