The Hidden Dangers of Days Off

Yesterday was the much anticipated day off.  And after six shows in a row, it wasn't only anticipated, it was needed.

I slept in until noon.

I stayed in the house the whole day--I didn't even get out of my ASU pajama pants.

I sat on the couch and lazily looked out the window.

I reorganized my room with some help from Daniel.  Though we're only here six more days, I now have a lot more space in my room.  

I stacked the second bed frame underneath my mattress...

...and put the second mattress up against the wall.

I caught part of Adele's live, acoustic concert being streamed online.

Kristina and I watched Mark O'Connor's solo recital at the Cleveland Institute of Music from last April.

I researched new composers.  (Kenji Bunch is incredible--check out this piece for solo viola.)

I practiced.  

And it wasn't just any type of practicing: it was focused practicing. 

I-haven't-been-able-to-practice-all-week-so-I-want-to-practice-until-my-brain-explodes practicing.

And then about 4.5 hours into practicing, my left index finger started hurting.

...sixteen hours later, as I write this, my finger still hurts.

Whoops.