My husband's concert was quite stirring. It was a newly discovered mass by Dvorzak, and quite dramatic and energetic. If it hadn't of been for the merciless pew seating, and the heat, it would have been sublime. I'm sore this morning, from sitting meditation, dharma talk and the concert. Our son made us a fabulous meal when we got home with halibut, a fritata, mushrooms and leeks, and a salad stuffed with seafood. I'm still full. Then we watched the BBC Sherlock, the miniseries with Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freedman. This episode was dazzling and funny and brilliant. I can't wait to see the other two shows. So we ended the day pretty delighted.
This morning I'm going to talk to my foster granddaughter's mom about her upcoming labor. Then I have an eye appointment. It's heavenly weather, so I hope to sit out in the garden when my eyes stop being dialated. My bad eye takes many hours to get back to what passes as normal for me. But hopefully it's holding and not getting worse. I'll find out today.
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