Baby, ain't it grand?

[holly_evolving]

My apartment contains a baby grand piano. It belongs to the owner of the building, who doesn't have anywhere else to put it. It's out of tune, but not horribly.

I played it for half an hour last night, and was reminded how very different it is from typing. I type all day, every day. And yet, my hands are sore today.

Must. Play. MORE!

Also, the cats are absolutely amazed by the sound of a musical instrument being played. Especially my Mudflap, who jumped up onto the piano to watch the hammers hit the strings.