Since earlier

I went home to try and settle down. No answer yet from the historic building, so it doesn't look like I'll be getting my keyboard today. I've been back and forth to the gallery to tell the artist, but the place is still deserted. I did want to tell him in person, but I've had to send him a message. I can't keep running up and down all day. I'm feeling fidgety and have brought myself back to the library. I've borrowed a recording of Brahms' Deutsches Requiem. I really cannot stand Brahms. All I want to do is to pull the thing to pieces. The experience may well be mitigated by its performance by a period instrument orchestra that specialises in the 19th Century.