It’s 6:15. I will leave for the hall at 7:15. At 8:00 we will be starting the concert. And right now I’m very, very tired. I’m having a very difficult time imagining playing. The thought of picking up an oboe is beyond me.

But come 8:00—no, come 7:30—when I warm up (they have a concert talk prior to that that keeps us from playing), I have to be ready. Alert. I have to have my brain together. As well as my fingers. And I have to find the energy to work. Which I will.

When one has no choice, one finds a way. yes?

So there you go.

See you at around 10:30.
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