Waking up around noon.
Cereal. Tea.
Working at the computer dealing with my files – scheduling and communications with parents.
Eggs. Spinach. Bagel. Coffee.
Teaching lessons at Music Makers.
Getting groceries – grabbing Mr. Shawarma for dinner.
Wes and I ride out to Ladada practice at the Ringo’s storage unit. We jam out to new streams of consciousness, notes we never played together before. It’s a good time.
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