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I got home shortly after midnight last night but didn't get to sleep until 2 AM, alas.
This morning was my first time back at church; we sang a beautiful Alice Parker piece ("When Some Kind Shepherd From His Fold"), and I thought we did it pretty well, considering that we only had one rehearsal.
Hyperdog seems to have figured out that there is bread rising in the oven; it'll be baking soon. This is the first opportunity I've had to make bread since... probably the beginning of summer.
I've just finished a book called Europe's Last Summer by David Fromkin; it's about the events leading up to the start of the first World War in 1914. The Austrian foreign ministry wants war with Serbia, some German generals want war with Russia, and all are frustrated by two peace-loving best friends: Germany's Kaiser Wilhelm II and the heir to the Austrian throne, Archduke Franz Ferdinand. When the archduke is shot by a Bosnian Serb terrorist, an enraged Kaiser Wilhelm demands Serbia be punished. But what he doesn't know is that the Austrians want to go further and destroy Serbia, trusting the Germans to keep Russia on the sidelines; meanwhile, Helmuth von Moltke, chief of the German army general staff, plots behind the backs of his allies and his emperor to drag the Russians in, even knowing it will mean Europe's destruction.
I can almost picture the octogenarian Austrian emperor Franz Josef asking "how will this end"?
This morning was my first time back at church; we sang a beautiful Alice Parker piece ("When Some Kind Shepherd From His Fold"), and I thought we did it pretty well, considering that we only had one rehearsal.
Hyperdog seems to have figured out that there is bread rising in the oven; it'll be baking soon. This is the first opportunity I've had to make bread since... probably the beginning of summer.
I've just finished a book called Europe's Last Summer by David Fromkin; it's about the events leading up to the start of the first World War in 1914. The Austrian foreign ministry wants war with Serbia, some German generals want war with Russia, and all are frustrated by two peace-loving best friends: Germany's Kaiser Wilhelm II and the heir to the Austrian throne, Archduke Franz Ferdinand. When the archduke is shot by a Bosnian Serb terrorist, an enraged Kaiser Wilhelm demands Serbia be punished. But what he doesn't know is that the Austrians want to go further and destroy Serbia, trusting the Germans to keep Russia on the sidelines; meanwhile, Helmuth von Moltke, chief of the German army general staff, plots behind the backs of his allies and his emperor to drag the Russians in, even knowing it will mean Europe's destruction.
I can almost picture the octogenarian Austrian emperor Franz Josef asking "how will this end"?
