To-day

You know, I have made a point of always carrying my notebook on my commute, though it isn't every day I "feel" like writing.  Some days, though, just making the very slight effort to open the fool thing is the catalyst.  I opened her up, not even thinking that I had any particular idea to impart to the page, but once the pen was in my hand, I found that I knew a cracking variation of the idea earlier scribbled, further up the page.

And as a consequence, enthusiasm is substantially rekindled.

The really great thing about waking up to Wednesday April the 24th, is the smoking thought that to-morrow evening, the Libella Quartet will sing Annabel Lee.