Something aesthetic, something frenetic

[sovay]

I can't remember last night's dreams, except for something about empty offices and real-life people I know. I didn't really sleep enough. The night before, I dreamed I was investigating a Roman mystery somewhere on the outskirts of contemporary Boston, a neighborhood with a lot of pine trees and porches with slatted screens. Claudius was in the supporting cast, but he wasn't played by Derek Jacobi; I considered him a good omen, but I still woke up before I found or solved whatever had been going on. Tonight I am going with fleurdelis28 and sharhaun to see Handel's Agrippina at the Boston Lyric Opera, though, so maybe I'll figure out what it was.

You may have seen this already over at rushthatspeaks', but I got it from strange_selkie: the Roman Patriot Collection. If I were ever to remodel another kitchen (that didn't belong to my parents), I totally would put the countertops in Cicero Whisper, too.

I am off to run errands before the opera. I am afraid none of them will involve Latin unless I make them.

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[cucumberseed.livejournal.com]

something about empty offices and real-life people I know.

Apropos, but probably unrelated. I just wandered through the many very empty sections of my workplace, looking for inspiration.

a neighborhood with a lot of pine trees and porches with slatted screens.

This is very vivid in my head; I've-been-to-a-place-like-that vivid. It will haunt me until I discover why.

[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

Nothing that's grim? Nothing that's Greek?

Something to keep in mind for next winter: your goddaughter has outgrown her fedora.

Oh, and I'm writing. Literally just for you. :P

[sovay]

This is very vivid in my head; I've-been-to-a-place-like-that vivid. It will haunt me until I discover why.

Please let me know when you do.

[sovay]

Nothing that's grim? Nothing that's Greek?

No, but the surtitles for the happy-ending finale octet informed the audience how each of the characters died in turn (murdered one another, committed suicide) as in the present day they clinked champagne flutes and sang to the glory of the Roman Empire, so I'm good with that.

Oh, and I'm writing. Literally just for you.

Prrrrrrt.