I spent the afternoon at church with three other parishioners laying out and painting an 11 circuit labyrinth on the parking lot. We started chalking it at 1:00, finished painting at 6:45, and were cleaned up by 7:00. Then two of us walked it--in, anyway. We were too tired to walk back out.I didn't practice this morning, because I had some chores to do before heading out to church. I figured I'd have time this evening. What I hadn't counted on was being so tired after painting the labyrinth. Even so, I wanted to practice. I've developed a pretty good routine, and I want to stick to it. I was looking forward to practicing.
I practiced for 25 minutes, the shortest amount of time since I started getting myself into a routine. I probably shouldn't have. Tone? I couldn't keep my flute turned the right way. Taffanel-Gaubert? My fingers couldn't keep up. The dance tunes I know pretty well? Every third note was a mistake.
Some days you just ought to take a break.
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