In between my nightly bouts of marginal sleep -- partially due to the poison ivy, partially due to these blasted steriods -- I managed to write what I think is a pretty swell handbell arrangement of "Wonderful Words of Life." Volume's a bit wonky on this piano realization, particularly the louds, but otherwise it's not too bad. Take a gander ...
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
