On a whim…

… am still not in the groove. Is it eavesdropping when you listen to the TV in another room where another member of the household is watching? I guess not. In any case I ‘caught a whiff’ of Mozart’s ‘Requiem’. Such a beautiful piece and even now, when I am bone tired from this cold, I want to lean into the music, to lean into it it and climb the measures into the ether where all great music seems to go.

The table, the evidence of reality, is clutered. An empty Tylenol bottle is paired with the pepper shaker. A half empty bottle of water, my empty tea cup, and a can of Pledge are sentinels keep guard over the growing list of undone chores. Mozart is calling. It is a Mary or Martha moment. Will I surrender to the mundane or embrace the ascending score?

I don’t know. I am too tired for either, I suppose. Good night.