I love the piano in this one. It’s almost painfully old-fashioned, just as Q is almost painfully coy in church. I was trying to put this in the text of a blog, but it wouldn’t let me use the black and white version. So here’s a really long caption. It’s pouring rain, mercifully, and I’m going to go around the corner and drink something hot and write letters. This morning I want to have time to scrub the house, write letters, bake cookies, go for a walk, and make a lunch just as smashing as yesterday’s homemade pizza. Unfortunately there’s never enough time for everything, even if one has all day. Which I don’t. So I’d better get moving.