Because the temperature has risen; the machinae say 34° and 36° and that latter is, for sweater-wearing purposes, practically 40°-- all I know for certain is that it is warmer this morning. Although it is true that sitting here at my desk with the window open far enough for the birds I am freezing.
After Terce I got distracted to a CD that I've got called Lost Voices of Hagia Sophia, more or less the office of the feast of the Holy Cross. I downloaded the FLAC version months ago but have never gotten around to reading the accompanying booklet. Capella Romana is a great reason to move to Portland, if ever public performance of music is again allowed by Oregon. I see that the State has granted them $134,000+ from the 'Coronavirus Relief Fund', which is great so far as it goes.
Klassikaraadio is streaming a concert from the Lucerne Festival, Herbert Blomstedt conducting the Festival Orchestra in performances of Beethoven's Piano Concerto no 1 (Martha Argerich is the pianist) and the Symphony no 2, at 1000 or so. In Zaandam in Holland there is a recital by the soprano Johanette Zomer, accompanied by Peter Verduyn Lunel, flute, and Hans Eijsackers, piano, at some time this morning: Handel, Bach, Vivaldi, Enescu, and then a trio of Dutch composers I'm entirely unfamiliar with.
When I finish typing this sentence, am going to the kitchen to take the lemon bars (well, the cake is not yet cut into bars but...) out of the oven. First time I've used this particular Krusteaz (no idea who thought that a good marketing gambit; presumably it is a combination of 'crusty' and 'easy'-- I don't know that I enjoy crusty brownies or coffee cake) mix so we shall see.
The woman who began Krusteaz (the company brand "cleverly combining 'crust' and 'ease'") in 1932 was named Rose Charters; it is less eyebrow-raising when one understands that she was selling the solution to pie crusts at that initial stage.