Now

I did about three hours of practice, and broke the back of two new Scarlatti sonatas. I also worked a few Handel movements to death. The hands and brain feel just a little bit tired now. I think I'll make my way home soon. I'm not looking forward to it, but I'm staying put out of sheer bloody-mindedness. I mustn't forget that I live there. I haven't made my mind up yet about what I'm having for dinner. I'll have a look in the freezer when I get back.