If you can't blog anything nice, don't blog at all, right? Oh, I'm okay, but I'm very homesick again- chronically- and I got all my hair chopped off, which is a wonderful change. It's surprisingly thick and brushy.

Other than that, there have been a couple of wildly successful concerts, earning me a tiny trickle of revenue for my slavishly hard work, and a nice trip to SLC, to be followed soon by another. The slant of reflected sun off the building next door is golden and pleasant. The cafe music today is really apallingly bad. A minute ago it sounded like a dungeon scene from Conan, and now it sounds like maybe one of Rod Stewart's roadies spent an evening playing around with Garage Band.

In other news, my slowly evaporating pool of money has yielded some happy hours at the library, and I'm hitting a sort of limping stride with my contrafacta creating. I found at least one song that matches beautifully with a poem that I really want to use, which is something to be proud of, I think. It takes a lot of scanning and tedious looking before one strikes upon even a possible match, and then if it's a good tune and one that matches the tone of the poem....well, that's something.