Desaturation I think was the most I did to this.
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Still perking along.
I am a bit tired today though.
I've got Steve Vai on the iPod in a vain attempt to get myself moving. The Ultra Zone, anyone? Bring it. It is helping a bit.
I miss having that kind of muscle memory. There was a time I could play things on the flute without even needing to think about them, they were just that trained into my fingers and my breath. But now they're not there anymore. Nor is my flute even playable. Note to self: send flute to repair.
I sent the final payment to the Arte Studio in Florence this morning.
I am still a little butterfly-tummied about it.
Committed now, aren't I?