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days_unfoldingI woke up at 7:20 AM. I’m feeling groggy. I told the people at the AARP group lunch today that I’m not feeling well. I’m going to let the dogs out and go back to sleep for a while.
Crappity crappity crap. I overslept, and came upstairs to find that the cats broke my work monitor. I’m not sure what I do about that. I guess tell work and see what happens.
Today kind of sucks. I’m feeling groggy and confused. Oliver didn’t eat his food and Zara barely did. Zara might need more appetite enhancer meds, but I think that there’s a discombobulating force field here. The dogs, however, have been happily playing in the mud.
Piano class was okay. We sight-read some music of hers, some of which are simplified adaptations of other works and some are hers. We then practice them a little in class, and then we go into breakout rooms and play what we’re working on for her. Usually, I pick out the hardest of the three pieces, and if I have a high breakout room number, I usually have a handle on it if not perfect. Not this time. I was working on the teacher’s simplified excerpt from Rubinstein’s Melody in F. I started playing for her, and she busted me back to playing hands separately. If I was on the Gong Show, I would have heard the gong. Oh well.
I stepped on Bella’s paw. She yelped, but she seems okay. I apologized over and over.
Got the recycling out. I didn’t get boxes out because the ground is still wet.
Crappity crappity crap. I overslept, and came upstairs to find that the cats broke my work monitor. I’m not sure what I do about that. I guess tell work and see what happens.
Today kind of sucks. I’m feeling groggy and confused. Oliver didn’t eat his food and Zara barely did. Zara might need more appetite enhancer meds, but I think that there’s a discombobulating force field here. The dogs, however, have been happily playing in the mud.
Piano class was okay. We sight-read some music of hers, some of which are simplified adaptations of other works and some are hers. We then practice them a little in class, and then we go into breakout rooms and play what we’re working on for her. Usually, I pick out the hardest of the three pieces, and if I have a high breakout room number, I usually have a handle on it if not perfect. Not this time. I was working on the teacher’s simplified excerpt from Rubinstein’s Melody in F. I started playing for her, and she busted me back to playing hands separately. If I was on the Gong Show, I would have heard the gong. Oh well.
I stepped on Bella’s paw. She yelped, but she seems okay. I apologized over and over.
Got the recycling out. I didn’t get boxes out because the ground is still wet.
