Early this morning the Moon entered its 19th mansion, The Air, whose letter is ز and whose Divine Name is The Living (#62 of the Asma ul-Husna), الْحَىُّ.
Yesterday--my day "off"--was fairly productive. Consequently I'm really tired this morning and would prefer to stay home, but I'll press on and go through the motions anyway.
Last week I spoke to a student with whom I had worked on a project. He is supposed to present on it and we talked about scheduling that, as I will likely participate in that. It looks as if the fall will be our best option. That conversation stimulated an interest in practicing the piano again, which is something I have pretty much neglected since I returned from Utah in September. Yesterday I wrote to the manager of the recital hall and requested a date for a recital. I wasn't going to do that sort of thing again, since I get so little recognition for it, but as I formulate my ideas for what I want to work on during my sabbatical next spring, it seemed that it might be good to present some of the music I hope to write on in the semester before I go on sabbatical.