I

decided to quit my African safari when an elephant shot me and stole my pajamas.
I have no idea what he thinks he's going to do with my pajamas.
I grabbed the first flying boat and arrived in Tuscaloosa in time to get my personal SR81 titanium spy plane out of the hock shop and was well on my way home when I ran out of gas in some little podunk town where they don't even sell titanium spy plane fuel.
So I had to blow up my inflatable 10 speed bicycle and ride the rest of the way.

Made it just in time for my usual at Caffe Ladro.

At the library, I listened to some videos on the cellist's site I just joined.
It's called SPOCC.
I don't remember why it's called that right at the moment, but I'm sure that the word "cello" is part of it.

On the way up to Seattle Central, I stopped at Victrola and ate a Zembelli sandwich and drank a Boylan's black cherry soda.

Good stuff.

When I got on campus some young girl started following me asking some kind of question, could have been about my book bag that is decorated with a Bach score that a friend of mine brought back from Austria (Vienna) but I'm getting deaf, so I didn't hear her.

Anyway, the string quartet piece I'm working on (the one Meredith liked last time she heard it) is proceeding apace.

I missed the 3:00 bus so I took the opportunity to saunter on up to the Rite-Aid and buy some CD sleeves. (I now have over a hundred CDs left over from my weekly composition work
If you want a handful, let me know).

While waiting for the bus I listened to a guitarist playing his battery operated electric across the street.
He sounded pretty good,
As well as I could hear considering the competition from the nearby CD store's outside speakers.

Not to mention the traffic.

So now I'm home doing this.

Later this evening, I'll be at the Chamber Music Festival listening to Jeremy Denk playing (and hopefully talking about) Charles Ives.

So there you have it, the balloon's deflated and packed away, ready for the next adventure.