There is a lot of sun here right now. Youngest son does not want to stay inside. Can't blame him.
Same son woke up at 3 a.m. this morning. Not back to sleep until 5:30. Sleep deprived mother is unable to make sense of even the simplest rhythms in contemporary music rehearsal. Like counting 5 beats in a row in rests...
The microwave breaking was a good thing. It's more fun to cook anyway. Discovered the oven was consistently 20 degrees too low with careful use of oven thermometer. (Thanks Alton Brown...). Now I'm a fabulous (even if only in my eyes ;) ) baker.
Have a good day...now I have to go learn how to count past 4.
4 comments:
Hoo boy, I know that feeling of not being able to function. Why do they do that to us?!
Counting past 4 is really overrated.
I told my colleagues that and they laughed like crazy. (Think I agree...)
Our microwave broke the other day. I realized all of a sudden that I rely almost entirely on it, so we bought a new one. God forbid we should cook.
I have no issue with counting to four and beyond, but I really resent composers trying to cram 847 notes of varying lengths into one measure of 6/8. I won't name names. Just yet.
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