I skipped a day yesterday. I was at home. I had WiFi. My piano was waiting for me. But it was a busy Saturday, and I was doing busy Saturday things. It happens. I realized at 11:00 p.m. that the day had slipped through my fingers, and I hadn’t recorded anything. My family rose up in protest. They wanted silence, and not even the promise of a cradle song would do. So I did the polite thing and went straight to bed. This morning I seized my opportunity and squeaked out a recording before anyone could complain. When you live with a musician, you learn to endure practice.
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