A hectic working weekend, bookended by classes with the extra-hardcore pilates instructors (sometimes you just need to feel something), a donation to stranded journalists, and the quiet monotony of laundry and other chores.

Still can’t listen to Shostakovich, all these years later, but was reminded (via finally watching Portait of a Lady on Fire) of how much I once enjoyed Vivaldi.

I am not in Trinidad for Carnival, once again. Road long but we have endurance.

There is much to endure, there is much to ensure.

Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
     So how should I presume?

— from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot