In the thrall of Valentines Day, I completely overlooked Friday the 13th.
Had a wonderful quartet rehearsal today.
Not much to write about. My mind is goo.
On second thought, I gave the trumpet a toot or two after too much cello angst, and it made me feel better to just aimlessly blow hot air. Like screaming in a different language, maybe. After seeing Jacqueline Du Pre perform the piece I'm working on and effectively destroy any and all accomplished feeling I gained over the last two weeks or so, I felt like a change of air, so to speak.
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