Wednesday, May 3, 2017
I have started practicing in the back room, away from the computer, phone mostly ignored except for the stopwatch function. The climate is yucky (hot/humid+hyperactive window AC) and the floor is sloped enough to make standing uncomfortable after a while. The windows are covered by heavy curtains. I love it. It's my prison cell, my solitary confinement. I go back there with my glass of water and my cup of tea and my viola and just work and work and work. None of this work has manifested itself in my "public" viola playing but it might someday.
at 7:05 PM