A good day...maybe

Got up at four, did some work, slept a bit, did more work, went to class, did more work in school. The good news is that I completed my last 23 pages and handed them in before the Hopwood ceremony this afternoon.

I collected my award, didn't fall down the stairs, attended the reception, took pictures with friends, had dinner with Elizabeth, Georgi and their three great children, Tony, Yanka and Kiril, the youngest, who really likes me, if I may say so. During the reception, he'd periodically come up behind me and put his little arms round my legs. What a joy...I'll get a picture of him soon, before the summer's over because that's when he'll have his long locks cut. It's Bulgarian tradition to keep little boys' hair long until a certain age. Right now Kiril looks like a little prince with golden locks.

Now I'm back home, my throat seems choked with more phelgm, and I have three critiques waiting for me. But before that I'll be attending Peiming's recital in which she'll play Piazzolla's Le Grand Tango. Tomorrow, work work work, then a party before the workshop. After the workshop, a good night's rest. On Thursday, four meetings from morning till evening. And then, at last, I can go home and watch DVDs without feeling guilty. Oh, and I guess I'll have to get started on my editing project.

Why I am listing all this boring stuff? I suppose in an attempt to remind myself what I have to do. Cold and rainy today. Not good. But I'm just glad to be finished with my last 23 pages. Imagine that - 64 pages in three weeks!

Be back soon.