Life like a bubble

For five days I was in Paris with the best companion one could hope for, my darling darling J. We had a spectacular time. I've been to Paris many times before, but on my own. This time it was with a woman. It was very different, and rather wonderful. For five days we were like in a bubble, removed from all troubles of our everyday existence. Apart for the weather, everything was perfect.

But that was then, now I'm back at my depressing job. Only ten days left, I know, but still. Ten days can be a terribly long time sometimes.

What will happen next? I feel like too much is happening all at once. My stomach is feeling it at any event. It (he?) has not been happy since I got back home. I'm moving soon, I'm quitting soon, and my lovelife is more fraught than ever before. When will it all settle down? Hopefully in January. I think I need a long vacation, away from everything and everyone. Five days in Paris was pure bliss, but I need to get away for real. Probably all by myself.

I bought a cd in Paris with the music of Ennio Morricone. It truly is magnificent, and I've been playing in constantly since I got back. He's a genius, and composing still, even though he just turned 78. I wonder what it feels like when a concert hall is flooded with your own music.