I slept later than I ought to have, and liked it.
I skipped school orchestra because I wasn't feeling well and needed the rest.
I talked to my Mom on the phone as I drove to school.
I played Shostakovich with my string quartet.
I tangoed with my violin teacher.
I ate crunchy roasted chickpeas for lunch.
I worked on the Fuga from Bach's C Major solo sonata [rhythm, sound quality, left hand organization!] and the first movement of the Sibelius concerto [breathe, release, get those fifths in tune!] in my violin lesson.
I went to orchestral excerpts class.
I went to studio class and heard Paganini and Korngold.
I went out with my studio; our teacher bought us pizza for dinner and J.P. Licks for dessert!
We talked about relationships, and whether they should be difficult or simple.
I played Beethoven's Fifth Symphony and Menotti's The Old Maid and The Thief in a rehearsal.
I was home by 11:00 pm.
Now, time to practice Dvorak and Bartok and Kodaly.
It's not that I prefer practicing in the middle of the night.
...When else would I do it?!