Just getting over some kind of stomach thing. This is so unusual; I had to cancel all my piano lessons today. One of the parents was so surprised; in all the years I’ve been teaching her son, this has never happened. My cast-iron constitution isn’t

I taught a piano class yesterday. This is the second bug I’ve picked up teaching Sunday. Is there something about the day, or just the opportunity to teach on a grand piano.

This is the hardest thing about being a piano teacher. After all these years, I’m pretty good at teaching--its just the administration of it. Arranging makeups for missed lessons, whether I cancelled, or the student did.

Have to plan my big meal for the week, I think I’ll make pot roast tomorrow. (Like all of us who live alone, I don’t have the time or energy to make my big meal each day; so I cook ahead, and reheat.)

Put together first real list of recital students and their pieces. It all has to be done this week--Recital is next Sunday.