Time to stop
A hammer, a dish, and nothing. I picked up the part for the guitar concerto, will hopefully get the english horn soon. Went for food with my sister and Nathanial, went thrift/consignment store shopping and bought ridiculously tight pants and soft fake suede shirt.
The batteries I bought are defective, or, to be more precise, they didn't cost enough and so are of inferior quality. Apparently I should pay twenty dollars and then have better luck. As it is, I take two pictures and the camera has already gobbled them up.
Shallow and mundane, I know, it's all I have left right now, though the crocuses and dafodils promise it won't be forever. I think I've stopped wishing though, and this is good.
I'm going to go practice.