Reading: skipped my way through a couple of Antonia Forest children’s books. Apart from that I’ve hardly been reading at all: too tired and fed up. And when not fed up, gardening.
Listening: La Somnabula live from the Met on Saturday was really gorgeous.
Watching: The last ever Deadwood. I felt quite bereft. Such a beautiful series. Then, this weekend, Marty in memory of Betsy Blair (such a lovely lovely film), and Sophie Scholl.