ok, so i've sluffed my self-named duty once again...this time, i'm not doing any catch-up...(although i think i ate enough ketchup with my brunch*)...what can i say?...i'm exhausted...i think i was clenching my whole body, the last couple of weeks, as i waited to play a not-too-difficult concert that really should not have been stressful...however, due to the fact that practising has not been able to happen whilst travelling this summer, i am feeling very insecure about my position as musician (not a physician)...other summers that i have dedicated to getting serious practising done have been superbly beneficial to my playing, and in so doing, have got me to where i am today...i suppose, then, i'm fearful for what happens when i don't...where will that get me now?...one step forward, two steps back?...ah, well...i love playing, and them paying...the music i play is so exhilerating that i sometimes think that i should be paying to be allowed to play it...which makes it really suck when all i can think about is how badly i'm going to screw up...

ah well, all's well that ends well, it went well...

*this humour is courtesy of the y-chromosome in my family