music…sweet music
I had gone to bed early last night so that I can get up in the morning and not feel like I have gone a few rounds with someone with a baseball bat. I couldn�t sleep. I heard the couple moving in downstairs, and in the tranquil darkness, I could hear my neighbour who lives above me, playing the piano.
There�s something peaceful about listening to someone trying to play a concerto and their skills aren�t the best. Just hearing them reach each chord with clarity and continuing to practice it into the night, draws me into their web. I could feel the notes drifting down from above and soaking into my being.
I usual lie in bed most nights, since I have moved in here, listening to silence and unable to sleep. I find it ironic that for once, I was in bed unable to sleep because of the music above me. I don�t think I can begrudge this person their moment as they created a peaceful zone around us both.
Only thing that had the potential to spoil the lovely night, was a damn mosquito, which took a few chunks from my wrist. I also gassed myself since I sprayed a protective ozone depleting gaseous barrier around myself and the laptop.
People keep asking me if I am going to apply for jobs going in the business, and I keep having to reply �no�. I�m not interested in applying for other jobs. I have enough to deal with, through a new position at work, worrying about keeping up with �projects� that my TL gives me, like, re-inventing the wheel. Plus still finalising the relationship, I really need to focus on getting things right in home and the one job I have, and perfect both before moving on.
One final thing I have to say tonight, I have to say that I am grateful for one particular friend, who knows just what makes me tick and how to make me smile 