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Day One Hundred Thirty Eight (Year Four)

We lost my Grandma this morning at 2:30, so, again, I needed the studio as a method of healing today. 

There were 4 things on my list from yesterday.  They were:

1) Finish getting things cleaned up in the studio.
2) Put together the pieces of theory I was working with last week with the stuff I've added this week.
3) Do more listening.
4) Clear up the spots that I've pushed to the side in order to make room for work to get done.

I got a lot of the piles cleaned up and squared away.  The studio floor is now cleared off of the many piles of books and notebooks and the like.

I did a lot of listening today.  That part was easy to cross off of my list.  I was less focused on some of the more recent things I've picked up than I was on hearing things that felt familiar today.

I took a brief look at some of the theory stuff, but didn't get far enough into it today to start tying things together in quite the way I would have liked to.

And as for the random stuff that has gotten pushed to the side, well, that didn't even get touched today.  My real goal for that part of the studio is to have it done by the time family comes down for Christmas.  That gives me a couple of weeks yet, which should be enough, so long as I actually get serious about getting things put away where I want them.

It was a long day today, but the music that was in it was necessary to get me through.

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