the mind of a poet, storyteller, the music she loves, tales she tells, the places she goes, sometimes more, often less.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
So very, very tired this morning. Exhausted really. I really shouldn't have driven home from LA so late last night. But I have to help my dad out today and family comes first, in this case, before rest. I'm a damn good daughter and a mostly good woman.
I have a lot of work to do on memorizing more pieces than I originally had planned, but I welcome the challenge. I also will welcome a nap later on today and maybe an hour at the spa.