The New Normal
Wisdom
It’s weird what now counts as a good day.
I slept a lot better than I have in recent days and woke up feeling like I’d actually rested. I hit my exercise bike target (30 minutes, steady pace, higher resistance) and now need to think up a new target.
My walk tonight was pleasant. Those of us out around the same time now recognise each other and either pass small talk while keeping 2 metres apart or nod a greeting. It’s all getting very provincial Italian or French. In a good way.
In between, I played around with ideas for the work in progress and might have got somewhere, then made supper. I’ve managed to start reading again too, something I haven’t really done since this the present disruption began (reading books, I mean, articles and magazines have been fine). I’m reading Malcolm Pryce’s The Corpse in the Garden of Perfect Brightness , but, rather than bingeing it, I’m reading a chapter or two each morning between waking up and getting up, as though it were a serial.
And that’s about it. As I write, I’m in the shed listening to the Bill Evans trio, and I think that’s where I’ll take my music for tonight from: Bill Evans on piano, Scott LaFaro, bass and Paul Motian, drums, playing Waltz for Debby.
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