What with one thing and another, 24 hours passed.
No, really! Nothing else happened!
I finished work. Small Son was sick so he didn't go to his group lesson. My group lesson was subdued; Jason was under sleep deprivation, and I guess the rest of us picked up on his mood, so no wisecracks. We just played--pretty well, except I was loopy so I had to concentrate hard to get all the notes right--and went home. I read to Small Son in his room (The Hobbit, J.R.R.Tolkein), after which he moved his pillow and blanket BACK to the couch and slept last night on the couch. Which means I can practice in his room this morning.
Traditionally, a piper served a 7-year apprenticeship before being unleashed on the unsuspecting public. This is my story.
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