At the bench
When I discovered that Costco does not open until 9:30, this morning, I decided to head over to my alma mater to bide some time playing the piano. It has been more than a year since I've played on a real piano. I felt comfortable sitting down at the instrument. However, I found my abilities had clearly waned. Everything I played sounded mostly wretched. Or, if it sounded decent, I would make peculiar mistakes and ruin the flow of sound. It was nice to play again.