Reflection

Last night I took Marian and Danny to see a performance of Mozart's Requiem by Guelph Chamber Choir and Musica Viva, a small ensemble comprised of members of Toronto's Tafelmusik orchestra. It was a kind of Remembrance Day performance; my first live hearing of this favourite composition, and I enjoyed it, but was more impressed by a new setting of Lux Aeterna by a young Canadian composer (unfortunately his name escapes me), given during the second half.

It was odd driving by my house on York Road just to check that the people upstairs hadn't managed to burn it down (they have been forced to give their children to foster homes, so the place has been unusually quiet). We stopped at Tim Horton's around the corner, then headed back to Toronto.

There is much going on. Nothing unpleasant—just normal life events setting off anxiety, which is unpleasant in itself. I feel disinclined to write about it, or can't. I met S today. Danny and Marian are both otherwise occupied this afternoon, so I've had a couple hours to myself, and that is good. I'm feeling antisocial and asexual, but not depressed I think. I have nothing substantial to write here, or to contribute to anyone. My weird feelings about writing continue to develop; I hope they blow over. It seems this must be a time for inward reflection. As usual, (because I'm more restless at home) I'm catching up on sleep in Danny's bed, which is also good.