1) Thirty-five years ago today my sweet gramma died at the age of 81. So I have been thinking about her some today among the work emails and The Swimming-Pool Library and Doyle's and the fire alarm going off (more on that in a moment). And especially the music she and I would play for each other. I will leave you only with this Schubert impromptu; someplace I have the sheet music.
2) Twice within 20 or 30 minutes this evening the smoke alarms went off in the building, which has never happened while I've been at home. Long story short, after a lot of emailing, texting, phone calling, knocking on doors, and stepstools, the alarm just in front of my front door seemed to be the culprit. Solution: press the test button. So glad the house didn't burn down or that we're all dead in our beds of carbon monoxide poisoning,
3) Jury duty tomorrow, downtown courthouse. My throat feels absolutely raw because of this cold - drinking a glass of cold water is like drinking sandpaper - so let's hope I don't become Typhoid Harry of the Courts.