I'm out at Unhost again,
Uz Jsme Doma Rybi
Tuk recording session.
I fell in love today. With Dostoevsky. The Idiot makes me weepy.
I'm so happy I open the window to hear the sudden rain better,
which knocks a plate of food into the empty tuba case. No one
sees me do it. They're in the next room. I clean it up post haste.