I practiced last night, and could not play high notes well. I kept at it though, while watching some weird movie about an expedition to Titan. Eventually it was like I got the knack for higher notes back, and wasn't playing them as purely as I'd like but I was playing them.
I started this day with exercises and my push-ups are getting better. I haven't even been doing them once a week, but I remember reading, long ago, about long rest intervals like this. It was back in the 80s, when there were printed magazines and at least one of them had not only bodybuilders but some powerlifters and some actual science sneaking in. And one or another of the noted powerlifters was saying that rather than exercise a given bodypart or more like, a given lift, 3X a week, or even 2X a week, they were getting better strength results with 1X a week or even stretching it out to 8-10 days. Of course those guys were interested in strength not looks.
It was supposed to rain heavily today but I'm not sure if it rained much at all, so when I got up I packed one thing that should go out today, and also got a few things at Ross.
On the way back I stopped at Tom's to say Hi and catch up, and he made me a nice hamburger on sourdough so that was dinner. I told him about "The Art Of Brass Playing" by Philip Farkas, and he's interested in getting the book. Tom has his side hustles to make money, but his side hustles are selling wood and tiles he scrounges up around his area, and it's a lot of work for little pay. Busking pays much better and I think is a lot more fun.
I got back here and opened up the roll-up door and took most of the junk that was piled in the corner where the breaker box is, and put the stuff out for the scavengers. Then I put the things I decided we'd keep back into the corner but in an orderly way so the breakers can be reached.
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