My couch in the living room infront of the big picture window has become my desk. Covered in blankets and pillow and piles of my stuff. My knitting, my phone, notebooks, and my mandolin.
Picks scattered across the cushions where they were dropped. This is where I do my writing and thinking and practicing and recording. My home within my home.
Sometimes the dog comes by and snoozes next me.
This little thing was started on Christmas Eve when the basic tune popped into my head. Add some double stop slides and fill it out over the break to a satisfying little tune. It does not have words, essentially a fiddle tune. Short and sweet.
My Piano Needs to be Tuned 
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