Oh, boo. BOO I SAY.
I has flat tire. >:( Just coming back in the front gate with my bicycle this morning I snagged it hard on a bit of garden edging. BAH. That was extremely stupid of me. (And now I must look up 'changing bicycle tires' on the internets because I actually have no idea what you do in a situation like this.)

The weather here is unbelievably beautiful right now, though. Texas has its moments of perfect weather, around this time of year; it's still even chilly in the mornings. Which is nice, because you don't feel so much like you're right on the brink of an inevitable spring-to-summer slide into hundred degree days. (Although you are.)

Here's the Barber adagio that everyone knows, something off a Wynton Marsalis/Kathleen Battle baroque duet CD I've had since forever but haven't listened to in a while, and a Dvorak serenade that everyone knows, but which like everything Dvorak is still awesome. :D \o/ I've played the first and part of the last before (and so am sentimental about them both) . . .but not the second of course, ah. . .on account of being neither a singer nor a trumpet player.

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