Up at 4:30. I'd packed everything that really has to go, last night.
Had some beef and veg. last night and the "cheap" beef I'd gotten at H Mart is OK, decent flavor. I got a good practice in, also. Regular practice is the most powerful thing I've experienced, towards getting good? Well, decent. A bit over an hour a day isn't enough to become a virtuoso, of course, but it's working on basic strength and skills; a foundation that should serve me well if/when I find myself living out of a small office or storage unit and playing for my full living.
I've come to really admire the Israeli actor/singer Topol (RIP). The guy grows up poor-ass in the Florentine district of Tel Aviv, when he's old enough joins a kibbutz, then has to do military service and a "morale" unit comes around, well, Topol's known for singing and making jokes, so he gets into such a unit, and the rest is history. He had to do his parts in Fiddler On The Roof by memorizing the English because his English was not too good at the time. What a life!
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