I took a week off. Here is a partial reckoning:
12 hours pretending I wasn’t really working
2 hours being all editorial and advisory by the light of the moon
550 kilometres
22 madonnas (and more) from Italy
100 manuscripts from Berlin (drool)
30 minutes photographing historical correspondence
1 hour of Tchaikovsky piano music (Album for the Young, The Seasons)
1 hour of Haydn sonatas (those that weren’t beyond my dormant technique)
3 movements from Grieg’s Peer Gynt suite in an arrangement for four hands
1 riotously wayward piano duo rendition of the overture to Die Meistersinger
2 hours of hand stitching
6 hours of ballet class
2 hours choosing spectacles
4 successful tussles with pumpkin hour
1 hour contemplating matters horticultural
0 tax returns completed
Something in there was priceless – probably the piano playing.