at random

I approve of the lighting in my voice teacher's half-basement music studio teaching room. Nothing special, really, but the particular angle of the recessed incandescent light over the place where I stand means I am v. pleased with how my face looks in the mirror I have to look at while I'm singing to monitor my jaw, neck, shoulders, &c.

Knitting is on its way to its new home. :-)

Didn't want to do the grocery shopping, but did it anyway. Feel virtuous.

Do not want to do laundry and other home-type chores, e.g. vacuuming which has been overlooked for long enough that the dust-balls are almost ready to walk upright, invent tools, etc. Will do at least some such chores eventually, of course, but may just lie down for a bit first.