Today was another day of ups and down. It seems to come in bunches with the apartment building sometimes. But we handled everything.
It laid waste to my morning, unfortunately, but I was able to rally after that and still keep myself within striking distance of catching up. The study.com work still stresses me a bit because I was hoping to be DONE with it by this point…but…I’m close. It’ll all get done in short order. Hopefully that’s good enough for my supervisors.
Netflix work, too, is coming along. Slowly but surely. I definitely didn’t have my A-game focus because of the apartment building shenanigans, but I still did manage to get work done.
X-Files leaves Amazon prime tonight, which I’m sad about. I liked watching the ‘Files on Amazon because the video quality was so much better than that of Netflix. Don’t get me wrong…I *work* for the ‘Flix and I 100% believe they are a far superior company in the streaming video world…except in the one area of video quality. Prime has that advantage. For example, Prime has the blu-ray-quality HD versions of Trek. Netflix does not. Same thing with the X-Files; prime has them in full HD, Netflix don’t. But whatever. I’ll still get to “watch” them while I work.
No writing today because, as mentioned, my morning was hijacked. But, tomorrow I’ll finish my own read-through, and then a couple days to put in those edits and…all that means I am mere DAYS away from moving on from this script to my novel. I’m very, very excited. Oh, man, to get that into readable shape for editors? That tickles me right in the noggin. Very excited to get there, and very excited to sit down and write my next novel.
I thought of something today whilst I was working and listening to Swan Lake. It ocurred to me that the really tragedy, the real heartbreak, the real catharsis moment of that whole ballet is NOT when she flings herself off a cliff…but rather after everyone is dead and it’s only the chorus left on stage, and they all turn and watch the sun rise. After all that drama is all played out and after all that struggle and loss, the sun rises again like it always does, like none of it ever happened. The world just keeps on turning, leaving those of us with tears in our eyes and weight in our hearts to run and catch back up, or be left behind. We FEEL like nature should take a pause and recognize our loss, that SOMETHING must mark this great tragedy we’ve just witnessed…but the sun will always rise in the east and set in the west. It never stops. Up and down, every day. It reminds me that we must let things go. The world goes on, and so must we.
I’m not sure if that’s exactly what Tchaikovsky meant with this last little coda, but I’d bet it was something along those lines, and I’d bet it was that rising sun that made those Russian break into tears and applause 150 years ago.
What a wonderful piece of music and storytelling that ballet is. Swan Lake. It’s dope, y’all. One of my faves.
Good night!