I thought I would put a post up in case anyone comes by.

The cyber Triduum went okay. It was definitely a weird experience of church. I don’t think I am drawn to doing church in this manner. I like working with live people. But I do like my boss and my community so I’m hanging in there and trying to help.

I have been doing a good amount of reading. This morning I stumbled onto a charming audiobook of Harold Bloom’s book on Falstaff on our library’s Hoopla.

I was looking for something to listen to as I exercised. Bloom wrote this when he was 86 years old. He reminisces about his friendship with Anthony Burgess regarding their conversations about Falstaff.

Bloom had an idea that it would be interesting if Socrates were to come to England and go to the inn where Falstaff presided. Bloom said he couldn’t do the scene justice but he thought his drinking buddy Anthony Burgess would do well but he failed to convince him.

This made my day.

I have been enjoying Garrison Keillor’s take on living in quarantine in New York City. In his April 7th online writing piece, he quotes Nate White in this charming paragraph:

“It’s an easy life compared to what many people are going through and skipping the news lets you ignore a president who, as the British writer Nate White points out, “has no class, no charm, no coolness, no credibility, no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no sensitivity, no self-awareness, no humility, no honor and no grace” and now, in a national crisis, shows himself to be an ignorant  bumbler and con artist focused on weeding out non-yes-men in the White House.”

That about sums it up.

In the column for today, he observes that for his wife ” To say, ‘I feel no need to leave the apartment’ is to say, ‘I feel no urge to strangle you in your sleep and grab a cab and catch a flight to Lisbon.'”

Again, nice one.

I have found myself listening to Gorecki’s beautiful Symphony 3 (especially movements 2 and 3), Carl Orff’s Carmina Burana, and Schubert’s Winterreise as beautiful rendered by Dietrich Fisher Diskau and Gerald Moore at the piano.

I’m also playing quite a bit of Schubert and Francois Couperin. All of this, in between reading, cooking, and cleaning the kitchen.

I continue to enjoy my house full of people. I am feeling very spoiled.