I find no better way to relax after two days of faculty meetings, totaling nine hours of time with colleagues, than to listen to choral music of Herbert Howells.
Tonight, it’s the Requiem, perhaps my favorite work by HH. I have this newish recording by Conspirare and Craig Hella Johnson, and it’s delightful indeed.
Our faculty meetings were fruitful. Tiring. Enlivening. Productive. Nine hours of meetings over two will never be fun, but enough humor allowed us to break and laugh, and we spent time charting the next few years of the Webster University Department of Music.
Meanwhile, I fell on Sunday. In my yard. On my tush.
And while nothing is broken, I’m sore, and all this sitting today has left me feeling poorly tonight.
Alas. The joys of getting older.