Image captured by my older daughter.

Three weeks have passed since we departed for our NYC adventure. Sparing my seventy-three readers a cliché about time’s passage, I will confine myself to a bemused (virtual) headshake. 

Reading: I’m more than halfway through The Woman in White and 195 pages into The Magic Mountain. I had thought I would read ahead in New Grub Street, but this week, I simply kept pace with the APS Together schedule. I hope to finish Our Missing Hearts (terrific review here) over the weekend.

Latin and music: The trip, re-entry, and preparation for the upcoming concert left me a bit short of time and energy for my Latin studies, although my husband did help me drill vocabulary on our trip into Chicago last weekend. (We saw Twelfth Night at the Chicago Shakespeare Theater. Recommended.) The two music lessons since my return from NYC were longer to make up for the lesson lost during vacation (yes, she’s a terrific instructor), and the assignments represent greater challenges, which, coupled with band music, require a continuing commitment to regular (and extended) practice.

Perhaps if I were as strict about Latin as I am about music, I might be reading Ovid by now. Sigh.

More when time permits.