Never did get downstairs to my office and keyboard to work on the score this morning. Instead I did grunt work upstairs, getting the first 30 postcards out to libraries regarding the reader, and also getting my blackeyed peas simmering. And now the game is on soon, during which I'll practice the banjo and make more labels to libraries.
No problem. It all gets done in the wash, as mother used to say, when she wasn't saying people are more interesting than anybody. God rest her soul.
I had an incredibly close relationship with my mother. She even talked to me about her sex life with dad, information I'd just as soon have been spared.
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