Had breakfast with a friend this morning.  I had some eggs and buckwheat pancakes with blueberries, walnuts and real maple syrup.  He had exactly the same thing, but he also had a cheddar cheese grits cake.  I was jealous.  I usually don't covet my friends' food, but that grits cake smelled amazing.

I worked in the shop again today, mostly tagging mouthpieces to add to the inventory.  I had a bunch of things I needed to do tonight when I got home, but I ended up spending most of the evening on one thing, and I couldn't even finish it properly.  I was supposed to make a CD for my accompanist so she could study the material for my recital, but I couldn't find most of the pieces.  Our CD collection is a disaster, and a couple of the things on my recital are not recorded very often...or at all.  I guess I'll make an excuse to her and see if I can find the rest of them by next week.

Lunch was a turkey sandwich, dinner was leftover dal makhni. 

The kitty in that photo is Sallie Mae.  I found her under my car last year and took her to the shop with me, where the owner adopted her and named her after a piece we were playing in brass band called Salome.  She was only six pounds when I found her, her fur was scraggly, she was eaten up by bugs and parasites, and her ear was crumpled up with scar tissue.  She has only a little nub of a tail.  She's now a sleek, spoiled cat with only the deformed ear as a clue to her past.  She visits the shop every day, greeting customers and climbing in the instrument cases.  Sallie's big sister is a Great Dane named Nellie Belle, who rarely sits still long enough for me to get a decent picture.