It’s supposed to be another blistering hot day. Sigh. Such is life, yes?

It’s also a “spare the air day” which means I won’t be going anywhere unless I take public transportation. I suspect I’ll just stay home and start cleaning out a room. (This is the kind of week where I wish we had air conditioning. But one week doesn’t make it worth the cost, right?

Practicing is far too miserable when the temp is so high. At least for me. Reed making? Not on your life! The worst time for me to make reeds is when I’m already frustrated with something. And I find hot weather frustrating.

But … I watched the Tour de France race today and that was fun. They are working much harder than I. They don’t have air conditioning while they race. So who am I to complain?

Oh wait. I’m an oboe player. I’m a musician. I’m supposed to complain.

It’s my job.

(Too bad no one pays me to complain. Any takers out there?)
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