Back home, abusing my cadets. Poor little men. (This period is independent study--one pianist who is so much better than I am that it's really depressing.)
Dr. Skunky offered to write me a note so I could play hooky today, but I couldn't bring myself to it. I'm glad I didn't--there are a BUNCH of teachers out today.
I suppressed the urge to climb your balcony. Barely.