I am suffering from sleep deprivation. Five hours of sleep a night followed by 10-hour-per-day shifts at work, followed by all the usual family and household stuff and practicing . . .It's not working. I'm in my own personal fog, populated by favorite characters from books I have read and am reading, and famous pipers. It's nice, but Reality is looking at me with a puzzled expression. It won't be long before It gets out a label and slaps it on my back where I can't pull it off.
On the other hand, I went up 1000 feet in altitude yesterday while daughter #3 was at her hippotherapy and put in a good half an hour on pipes. Great for endurance. I hope. My new reed is finally getting broken in, so it's now a little easier to play.