"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Thursday, April 7, 2011

I tried practicing a few songs on the piano today, but without much success. My fingers were happy but Charlotte was not. She kept climbing up next to me, getting situated right in my lap with her blanket and lovey in tow. I could play one song pretty well while I was holding her, but not much beyond that.

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