PALE AND (UN)INTERESTING
By yesterday afternoon, I couldn't decide if I was a consumptive Victorian heroine or a moth which had got too close to the flame. All I knew was that I felt ghastly and was either severely post-viral or plain burnt-out. So Dr Clever-Clogs made her apologies at work and sidled, coughing, off home to bed, not perchance to dream, but at least to drift in and out of sleep for a few hours. My symptoms perplexed the GP this morning, but I've coughed less today, so maybe I'm on the mend, regardless.
How is the book revision going?, I hear you ask. Isn't that the purpose of this blog? You're absolutely right. I confess I've spent rather a lot of 'spare' time preparing lecture notes this week. And I did deliver the lecture to a select few (two) yesterday morning! It's a bit disconcerting to find your 'lecture' could have been a tutorial.
This weekend, I have to revise a talk for the Glasgow Highland Club, play for a wedding, two church services and a Palm Sunday concert. Nonetheless, if I can find a chunk of time for book revision, I shall put it to good use. Just one more chapter and the appendices and bibliography, then I've been right through it once. Which I had intended to achieve by 2nd April, so I'm not far out.
|Beautiful descant and treble|
Right. I'm going to practise musical examples on my new recorders, which are getting their inaugural outing at the Glasgow Highland Club lecture.