I dreamt of playing the piano last night. Or rather, I was considering playing it; I took 8 years of lessons as a child but have since then been well out of practice, something my dream-self, muddled as it was, did remember. The piece I was considering was Rondo Alla Turca.
Happy Independence Day! I would certainly have no excuse for forgetting this, as my neighbors seem to have commenced firework launching at EIGHT IN THE MORNING (a very pointless time to set them off, if you ask me -- sunlight being, after all, still in force).
The newspaper of course had a large spread of the Declaration of Independence printed on one of its pages, but this turned out to be part of an ad, which was slightly off-putting.
Reality check. One way I would not recommend celebrating is by watching Omega Glory. Don't say I didn't warn you. [grin]
Reality check. One way I would not recommend celebrating is by watching Omega Glory. Don't say I didn't warn you. [grin]
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