Tuesday 

What is it about chamber music that makes you feel as if the life’s been sucked out of you by the end of the day. Something about sitting still for too long because with the attention span of six-year-olds, we tend to end up a little loopy after a while. And the daily sustenance of cookie dough ice cream, sour skittles, and the various generic foreign candies that the convenience store supplies probably have something to do with the afternoon lethargy. I wonder if we’re actually getting anything done what with all our wavering, unstable states of being. Ehh, we’ll find out Sunday.