Good night

Sleep well.
Dream big.

Fall goals:

I have never been able to master this tricky little meditation on flitting butterflies by the technically ruthless Norwegian composer Edvard Grieg. (Those! Damn! Norwegians!) I bought a fresh copy of the music last spring and I still know exactly where I hid it, so I hope to re-climb this Mt. Everest again in the next few months. Feel free to pester me about how my practicing is coming along; I respond very well to embarrassment and shame.

Fun fact: The very last note of this song is on the very bottom note of the piano keyboard. Apparently butterflies become very basso the longer they flit.