Not an excuse

Tonight was the last rehearsal. I felt sad. Of course, I feel sad when TV shows end. (I like emotions.) I was warmly greeted by several people as they came in and couldn’t help wondering who we would have become friends with. (I left a preposition at the end of a sentence. Augh. None of this blog has worried about grammar, (parentheses anyone?) but those prepositions at the end really bother me. I went back and wrote ‘with whom we would’… and it just isn’t the way I talk, so I had to leave blatant grammatical ouch.) I was watching Hannah, the repiano player next to Keith, chatting with him before everything started and felt sad that that was ending just as it was starting. Keith looked so comfortable playing tonight (for the first time since we arrived). I have watched him play a lot over the years and he looked like himself tonight. I wasn’t in a great location to hear him – just tiny bits now and then. At the interval break, he came up and said his face was finally starting to feel like his own again. Huzzah. He has been taking medication for his shredded (MRI report’s word, not mine) hamstring and forgot to take it on Monday and Tuesday (because he was up early doing China meetings and I was still sleeping). He thought he felt a little different and purposefully didn’t take the medicine yesterday or today. Maybe it’s a coincidence, maybe it was having an effect, who knows.