I felt distracted and agitated when I went to bed. I put on a cd of Stratonice (1792) by Mehul, one of those French revolutionary things with monotonously predictable and simple harmonies, in order to try and settle down.
This morning I'm going through one of those tornado-type things, all thoughts and memories all going round at once; this time combined with the Blasco de Nebra piece I'm learning. It feels as if my brain is being scoured.
I know I will come out of this at some point, so it's just a case of hanging on and being patient.
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