…and it’s raining. But only a little, which is the true nature of Portland rain. Which probably shouldn’t be called rain, though it does rain here, and hail.
It actually wasn’t raining when I walked to and from the train, which was nice. Cold, though. I like it-if you dress right.
Last night was gamelan practice-I completely messed up one bit, but the rest was pretty good. I’m feeling pretty close to ready, though more practice is always better. I’d like to rely less on written, and hitting the slowdowns right. And as always, pacing at the start-I’ve never been good at that.
Almost time to go-the nice thing about getting up at 5:30 and taking the train is leaving early-even though I still get home at about the same time as before.
My exciting life, this place