The stack of laundry on my desk is very impressive.

Upon arriving at band practice tonight, I noticed a number of things. The first was that I had completely forgotten my folder with all my scores in it.

'Ah, well,' I thought. 'I guess I'll have to depend on the other second clarinet for a change.' While the other second, of course, did not show.

This evening, I learned that I know all of my honour band pieces completely by heart.

It was amazing, though. If you asked me what the notes were, offhand, at a certain part of the piece, I wouldn't be able to answer. But when we began at the beginning and played through until the end, the phrases sounded out one after another -- perfectly. Better, in fact, than I usually play them.

Another thing I noticed was that Joseph and I were wearing the same shirt.

Every week since Cuba, a different member of the band has worn the dark blue uniform shirt we used there. It reminds me a lot of that improv game where your group has to count aloud, and if two people say the same number at once you have to start over.

So I guess we lost this time.

RFS on hold for awhile. Back sometime in the summer, I should think.

If lies are evil, why does believing in them make us so happy?