Ended up in Inferno last night and had a very reasonable night. Danced a fair bit but not perhaps as much as I would otherwise have done. Talked to a few people, left relatively early (between 2:30 and 2:45, perhaps). Today was a non-day; one lesson only, some work trying to drum up more work, mostly reading the book and dozing. I’m doing my darnedest to get my own (well, put quote marks on that) place and yet it feels so strange to be in this house on my own on a Saturday night.
Had forgotten about that bottle of Mateus. Oh dear. A night in might not be entirely a sober one.
In lieu of proper content, have a little musical doodle of mine: ‘Lament’. Needs a little polishing. The oboe and clarinet are too high in the mix. And I’m obviously pandering too much to a certain current fashion for doing semi-exotic stuff in Phrygian modes. But I kind of like it, apart from my voice.
There’s a little of that wine still left.