That don't impress her much

She won't settle for just anyone, and why should she? She's got it all: brains, brawn, beauty, AND a sense of humour.

Still, I thought she might swoon just a little at the sign of true genius.

Meh. Who the FUCK is Johann Sebastian Bach, and why should I care?

Today was another study-at-home day to compensate for being mostly away during the last two. Usually, Eska is thankful when I make such compromises, and demonstrates her appreciation by spending most of the day with me in bed, or on the sofa (wherever Fiona and I happen to be). Today, however, though she popped in every now and then, she only came to stay for a sustained amount of time twice -- both times, when I paused my Bach Preludes and Fugues youtube playlist.

I am not sure if her distaste for my man John extends to classical music as a genre; she always seemed to share at least a little in my love affair with Chopin. Or maybe it's just Germans she takes issue with, given her French (Canadian) stock. I will have to experiment a little bit to find out.

I wonder where he places on the scale from Fiona Apple to Decio.

I have to say, though, reading to Fatboy Slim isn't quite the same -- or at all possible.

On the bright side, I have now identified my favourite Preludes and Fugues from the set of 24: they are 2, 6, 10, 12, and 18 (in case you were wondering).

Surely, this investment of time was just as essential as, say, the development of my dissertation.