I woke up grumpy

but I'd say the day picked up steam. A Baptist morning (I was fine because I was wearing black and sitting up front and at the end they handed me a sizable paycheck in exchange for limited effort). Hours of a quartet (quintet) of band music. A quicksilver nap. Liturgical Evensong with harmonies so thick I didn't want to exhale. Jazzy Christmas music and diet coke that wasn't but might as well have been spiked. Hours of warm green blankets and patience and honest-to-god you make me whole. I end the day still smiling, because there was such music in my day! I'm referring mostly to the last few hours which were unaccompanied except by our laughter.