May 26, 1999.

Someone is playing the carillon next to my house. Bells, medieval sounding bells, working through variations in none-too-precise patterns. You never know when somebody will take the chair and start pouring music from the tower...which contributes to the mystery and magic. It's like living in a medieval fairytale. Unfortunately, it's not enough to pull me out of Canadian Foreign Relations, but it's a nice start.

Gah. People keep dropping by & calling...which I like...but it's playing hob with my study schedule. So much so that this is all the entry I can offer tonight. Tune in tomorrow for more history-addled tales from the countess of coincedence and the empress of enigma.