Home Stretch
This month is one long, unbroken chain of rehearsals and work and more rehearsals and concerts and other concerts and do not think I'm complaining because I am definitely not because I get to play glorious music all day long and for some reason I'm being paid to do it, so I rush from one event to the next subsisting on naught but water and KIND bars (the most effective diet is the one where you literally do not have time to eat real meals) but there's a spring in my step and spring's in the air, the windows are flung open always and the sun is brilliant and my piano is finally tuned and now I have about forty precious minutes to practice before I have to head to the second concert of the day (one down, two to go) and then there'll be a nice, heavy glass of Scotch waiting for me at the end of the finish line.