December 1. We had planned to drive to Philly for the weekend and go to PAXUnplugged. Somehow the universe seemed to say no at every turn. J has misplaced the entry badges that had been sent to her by mail, and the AirBnB host did not respond to her messages. We were unbelievably tired and also, just not at the right level of enthusiasm. So we skipped it.

On call for important customer from 6am until 7pm, the major promotion sale event we’ve been covering every year for at least the past four years.

Trying to learn chord structures and can’t quite figure out how to do it. I need to get to the point where I play highly complex voicings just from seeing symbols on a sheet. Like typing words on a keyboard. But it’s mysterious to me how to get there. Maybe any kind of engagement with these chords, no matter which particular form it takes, will eventually get me there?

Remembering how I learned touch typing at age 19 or 20. I realized I’d be doing this for the rest of my life, so I decided I’d type blind from one day to the next, and with all fingers. Took only a few weeks (or was it days?) until I had it down.