Today

I ate with the same fork, from the same bowl, as four other people.

I talked with my music professor about weekend plans and messed-up hands.

I protected--and was protected--from the evils and annoyances of the world.

I laughed until I couldn't breathe.

I ranted and listened.

I watched a member of the faculty join a bunch of students for ice cream after a concert.

I played Tchaikovsky & Brahms, Bach & Beethoven. 

I was a part of the strangest little dysfunctional family ever.

I'm so blessed, and so grateful for all the ways that I am.