It will not last the night
But oh my foes and oh my friends
It burns a lovely light
- Edna St. Vincent Milay
Edna, I have one thing to say to you: word.
The past two weeks have been absolutely bonkers - a combination of non-stop work events, rehearsals and services, and social obligations have left me zonked and with barely any time for this blog. I feel that by not blogging I have neglected you, dear readers, but equally I feel that by not blogging I have neglected myself. As you all know (and are probably sick of reading), this blog is a bit of a creative refuge for me, and as such I find myself somewhat transported when I jot down thoughts/experiences or pretty pictures here. It really does say something that, given how much this blog means to me, I haven't been able to find or indeed make the time to write.
At the same time, though, I think it says quite a bit about my life here in London that I haven't been able to blog much recently.
On the job front, things are ramping up quite a bit. I know, I'm not supposed to blog about work, but I will quietly share that my predictions about these few months sans boss have been more or less right on the money, which is incredibly fulfilling from both a personal and a professional standpoint.
By the way, when Jon and I move into our next flat - which is a blog post for another day and absolutely not this day - I will carve out just enough space to make a home office like this one from the fabulous Well-Appointed Desk:
So pretty! Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes, bonkersness.
My choir is preparing - or not, but it would be impolitic to elaborate - for our upcoming concert of 20th century French music. (12 Feb at St. Mary's Balham! Come one, come all!) On top of that, I was invited to sing with some new friends on Sunday afternoon at a church around the corner from my house. Evensong is one of my favorite services of the Anglican liturgy and I haven't participated in one for a long time, so it was really a treat. We mostly did music I didn't know (Smith responses, Murrill Mag and Nunc, and an Ave Maria by Ambroz Copi as well as a Howells' God be in my head) and it was tons o' fun.
And then, you know, friends plus birthdays/dinners/drinks equals not much downtime even when I'm not working or singing. Poor Jon - he's been at the losing end of the stick when it comes to doling out quality time.
But! That will change - are you listening, Jon? - and I will try to be better about my blogging. Je vous jure, mes amours. (Sorry, I've been translating French as a favor to someone-who-will-remain-nameless-but-maybe-he-will-repay-me-with-a-trip-to-Paris-as-a-thank-you-hint-hint and so I'm vaguely in the zone...)
Hey, that reminds me: I need to watch Paris, je t'aime again. It's time.
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