I listened to Tosca, Jane told me recently how much she likes it, so I wanted to listen again. Then Rigoletto, which is my favorite opera, and, finally, La traviata. I listened to all of them in their entirety.
After that, I listened to one of my favorite jazz CDs, April in Paris, with Charlie Parker.
I don't play enough jazz these days. And what's happened to jazz? I'm as guilty as anyone to have stopped listening.
But I will remedy that. It was such a beautiful experience, listening to a sad genius playing gorgeous music.
So that was my day. Nothing got done, but it ended up being a lovely day, wind and all.
The storm continued after I went to bed. As I turned the lights out, Samson came in the bedroom a couple of times. I let him out to do his business. He didn't seem very disturbed by the wind, he's a calm dog. But I think, that like me, he just didn't like it. So I gave him one of his calming pills and he soon went to sleep.
As did Faith and I.