It was 2:14am when I sunk my weary head down, deep down, into the comforting loft of my pillow.  The dark of the country engulfed me, and outside, the rain fell gently onto soft mounds of earth.  Dreams began almost instantly.  And it wasn't until this moment that I remembered... I had not written a post yet for this blog.


Well, I'm getting this one in early.  The first improv is yesterday's.  So at least I've still not missed a day of that.

Here we go, Day 338 (very Rzewski material, after listening to Akiko practice the Winnsboro Cottonmill Blues):

and Day 339: