Today, Saturday, is the first time in a very very very very long time that I have spent the entire day doing nothing. It is an extraordinary feeling. I shouldn't have been doing nothing, of course; I've got operas and requiems to compose, a trilogy to finish, and god knows what else besides, but I have to admit it really felt good to be away from it all. Last night, I didn't even dream.
This is probably the first day I've done nothing in in about two years. I hope to do so on Sunday as well. I really need this!
By Monday morning, I should have arrived at a Zen-like serenity and be ready to deal with the next crisis.