Brilliant encore in an eavesdropped concert: Rachmaninoff after the Rite of Spring. Amelioration.
Today was about washing up from the long journey, and getting the projects underway. The sorts of mindless ground-laying that AI probably could have accomplished almost instantly. But it got me to the desk at the new setup and typing.
Although all of my work in the last several years has been based on the academic structure (law, philosophy, history), my means and manner of doing it has been based on my conservatory training and decade in the professional theatre. I suspect that I'm attempting to vindicate (and find vindication in) the latter much more than the former. But we'll see how it turns out. During this recent swing into action after a very difficult winter, I realized how much it felt like summer Shakespeare repertory work. I suspect that the engine powering everything is still that actor fellow. Onward, then.
Graces will appear, and there's an end.