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We heard a sax player in the subway this morning, and it made a nice little soundtrack for me until I realized that the dude was playing scales. That’s when I gave the sax my “urban instrument” award: because anything played on the sax automatically sounds cool, even if it’s scales.

I’m having a feeling of impending doom today, can’t explain why. I keep humming “Bravado,” by Rush. R and I had a really long weekend — we saw his mother in CT on Friday night, then his grandparents out in eastern Long Island on Saturday, then my family yesterday. His grandparents are not doing well; everyone’s really worried about them. We’re both tired, R especially — another day off would have been nice.