One step closer

On the way home last night, I walked up all the steps in Porter Sq station  and crossed the street to the Cambridge Music Shop, where I picked up a box fo ten reeds and a Sonata for piano and saxophone.  Now there is nothing standing between me and playing my saxophone again after a dozen years or so.

Unless the saxophone doesn't work. 

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Work has been busy in the new year, but lots of stuff is getting done.  Every day I write something on my white board, erase it at the end, and line up something else.  There's a little less boredom, and a little more satisfaction (satisfy me, baby).  Chalk this up to another good start to the year.