Happy Very Last Day of Work, Mum!

I heard the geese flying overhead last night and this morning as I lay awake in bed. It’s fall.

I also know it’s fall because my overwhelming desire to move furniture around is still running high. We switched a couple of pictures around last night in an attempt to assuage it. The pictures look great, but I still want to rearrange sofas and tables and beds and desks for some reason. I think it’s connected to the Ikea urge, somehow; you know, that cocooning concept that revolves around the subconscious knowledge that you’ll be stuck inside most of winter so you might as well create the ideal nest to be trapped in.

I picked up that CD I had ordered four months ago from HMV, and it’s wonderful. I still find it a little odd that I, the woman who claims she doesn’t enjoy Mozart all that much, special-ordered a Mozart CD. Looking back over my orchestra-related blog entries, I can see that I enjoy playing Mozart as well. Perhaps I should upgrade my Mozartean value judgement from “indifferent” to “reluctant enjoyment of certain pieces”?