That was the day that was

I finally ate a meal today, at 6:30pm. I slept (unintentionally, as usual) the entire day until 5, then tried to get ready in time to go to the meal hall for dinner (open 4:45-6:30) but moved too slowly and didn't have enough strength or energy to get there in the ten minutes remaining. A housemate saw me looking dishevelled and very kindly offered to get me a sick tray (meal in a bag). Nice to know people notice my existence occasionally.

And then, with little time to spare before 7 o'clock, I went to Choral Society and tried to sing Brahms on a very nearly empty stomach. I sit directly in front of the director. And I couldn't find my music (for the first time this year) today--it's gone missing in all that packing and unpacking.

So that was my day.