On the eighth day of my vacation I wake up realizing that I had two dreams last night about worship commission meetings at my job. The dreams bore no resemblance to reality but they still were about church stuff.

Yesterday was a day of rest for the most part for me. In the afternoon I accompanied Mark on a grocery run. My feet were tired and my right ankle was swollen. The walking around probably was both good and bad for me: good because I need the exercise and bad because my feet are in bad shape.

I spent time with my old prof’s book on Haydn yesterday (Haydn’s Symphonic Forms: Essays in Compositional Logic). That was fun.

I also played through an excellent piano transcription of the G Major Brandenburg Concerto (No. 3) by T. A. Johnson. I asked Leigh where she ran across it and she figured she probably bought it used someplace.

So one week of my six week hiatus is over. My BP seems to be settling down. I am enjoying goofing off and having access to the internet and Leigh’s wonderful piano. And of course it’s fun chatting with Mark, Leigh, and Eileen. Eileen brought a loom with her and has been weaving.

This seems to be working, but I’m going to need more time to turn into a human again.