7:30

My evening was mapped out. There was not much time between getting home, cooking dinner (beautiful halibut with rice and salad, beautiful), eating, working diligently on accounting problems, and then heading out to my lesson. I have my transit time to the Hodges' timed well - it's almost a 25-minute walk, maybe about 22 minutes.

I left in perfect time. My walk over was glorious. I love this daylight and I want it to last forever.

Aside:
I've been sleeping with my curtains open this year.
The daylight wakes me all night long.
I love waking at 2:00 am and seeing how light it is.
When it was warm last week I was leaving the window open at night.
The birds were waking me at 2:45.
I'd wake, smile, and go back to sleep.

I got to my lesson 1 minute before lesson time. I got there at 6:59. But my lesson is at 7:30, has been for a very long time. My perfect calculation was off by 30 minutes. I think this might be a sign that I am a little too busy, though it made for a very good laugh at myself.

Great lesson, great lesson. I am going to scale back a little on playing in concerts this summer and focus on practicing. I want to get better and I am getting better, I am, but constantly jamming in material for the next concert means time away from working on technique and away from productive lessons.

I have another lesson in a week, this one at 7:30. :) I'll miss having dinner with Cindy when she's here from Anchorage, but Jack's leaving town again on the 30th and I really want more continuity between lessons; I need to take advantage of the opportunity. He thinks it is important as well. I need someone to point out what I am doing wrong, or my bad habits just reinforce themselves.

Meanwhile, my left hand really hurts. I've developed a technique for slipping it under a pillow straightened out when I go to sleep. It's like a little brace but it is a pillow so it is gentle. If I don't, it cramps in the night and is stiff and painful when I wake in the morning (or at 2:45 to the lovely birds).