Focusing on my own nits

Taking this advice, and focusing my attention on myself this weekend. So relaxed I can hardly move. The sun is shining and the weather is sweet, to re-coin a Marleyan phrase.

Spent a day sitting under the sun and reading Ian McEwan's Saturday excerpt from the New Yorker, here). Read a really spot-on passage in regards to Music, which I wholeheartedly share, and will reproduce here:

There are these rare moments when
musicians together touch something sweeter than they've
ever found before in rehearsals or performance, beyond the merely collaborative
or technically proficient, when their expresion becomes as easy and graceful as
friendship or love. This is when they give us a glimpse of what we might be,
of our best selves, and of an impossible world in which you give everything you
have to others, but lose nothing of
yourself .

Yes, exactly.