Still A Bit Mundane

Did a bit of marking, including that pesky Oral I've been moaning about, but generally the day was dedicated most effectively to relaxing. This involved a bit of reading - now well into Follett's A Column of Fire, and just starting out on a rereading of Archie Ammons's Garbage, my personal favourite long poem of the twentieth century - and listening - to 4, 5 and 6 of the Brandenburgs this morning, as essayed by Trevor Pinnock and his merry men and women of the English Concert on a disk that's now some forty years old and still sounds fresh, and Sufjan Stevens's Carrie & Lowell this afternoon.

Then it was off to West Coast Park to enjoy a walk and a sunset. Lovely to see the barbecue pits open again and the tents littering the grass with the place now fully alive. And after that: tasty prata at Clementi Road.

It's all happening, in its quietly ordinary way. Most satisfactory. Some evidence above.