Years ago, I listened to this recording as I went to visit the woman who was a second mother to me. It’s entertaining and pretty in-your-face. Compelling little bits kept bringing me back from my thoughts, which was good, because I was on the highway.

She was in the hospital, and she was dying. I didn’t know she was dying, and it’s possible she didn’t know, either. It was the last time I saw her.

I haven’t felt like listening to Bellérophon since, but suddenly, the other day, needed to hear it. I’m enjoying it very much.


Just started it.


Before Covid, I had a plan for this. What in the world could it have been?