Another turn of the wheel goes round...

All my thoughts are trite. I'm stuck in a rut of trivial, hackneyed old ideas that have not only been too much in my own head, but also excessively in the world. Vexation!

However, music is my salvation. I start to understand why my brother can spend hours playing, or my dad, day in and day out. I can't play myself, but listening comes closer than the echoes in my own head.

Well, Latin was today, and while I still died, it was not quite as badly as last week. I progress ever so slowly. Step by step up the hill. I slip, but it is important to keep moving, (or facing,) in the right direction. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.