Mostly, anyway. Enough better to feel like frivoling on the computer at 10pm, instead of dragging myself to bed.
Only now that I come to think of it, there's not much to say about the past, oh, four months. Well, that's not exactly true. Despite being sick, I travelled for Thanksgiving, to two work conferences, and to Toronto to see my brother and The Toronto Consort's performance of the Praetorius Christmas Vespers. I just wish I'd felt better for all of it.
Here's a link to
The Toronto Consort if anyone who looks at this page is interested--but I doubt my journal gets much traffic, which is okay.
Hmm... Now it's 10:10. Maybe it's time to drag myself off to bed. I'm so hopeless.