This week I hit a wall of blah.

I could barely think, and due to self-imposed sleep dep, I was falling asleep all day on Thursday. Mind you, this is the same day that I drive to Pennsylvania for my church job. The rain didn't help matters any.

On the other hand, Autumn is upon New Jersey, and we have lovely fall colors. Driving to school isn't necessarily horrendous when you have a captivating backdrop for it.

I've been pretty jazzed about the two big projects I'm working on composing, one which I've had permissions for the sole author, and the latter which includes a piece written by Wendell Berry (just got permissions). This piece also includes a "poem" which I finally have all of the verses of and is in the public domain. Now the only texts I need to get are the ones I haven't finished writing yet. Be very afraid: I'm writing rhyming, metered poetry. This usually doesn't end well.

Now to see if I can get any more done on my song cycle before I get started on the day's shenanigans.

Snowfall against the
backdrop of autumn, auburn
leaves—stillness descends.

New Jersey has at least three seasons. However, one of these seasons is fall, which looks to be a bit longer here than in Georgia.
This means that I might get to enjoy more than a week of my favorite season.