Spring Break

Spring Break has commenced.

Last year this week I was supposed to go to NYC, but my inner voice said ‘no,’ and I’m glad I stayed in Saint Louis. By the end of the week, Webster University had moved to a three-week on-line status (hardy har har!, given that we’ve been virtual for nearly a year now) and I was moving all of my private studio to virtual too.

This year’s Spring Break includes no travel at all. And minimal Webster work.

I’m 87 days away from turning over the reins of the Department of Music to my colleague who will be the new Chair.

And this Spring Break, rather than try to catch up/look ahead, I’m going to focus on my house. The house that’s not had a good deep-clean in months. The house where the dust bunnies have great-grandchildren dust babies. One room a day. Top to bottom, wall to wall.

And I’m going to listen to a bunch of musicals I don’t know. And cook. And love on my dog. And watch a movie each night. And try to get some visits in with people I love here in town. And count my blessings.