Arose at 4:15 to pack and leave for my 6AM flight. I enjoyed tomato juice on the little dinky airplane. I don't drink tomato juice except when aboard aircraft.

Got off the plane, on the train, off the train, on the bus, off the bus, on the elevator, off the elevator, and into my OhioOnline office chair at 9:15. Once again, I was late for the Monday morning meeting.

Stopped at the Hillel to play their Steinway, and found myself in an unusual and thrilling situation: appreciating an improvisation while playing it. Usually, I am not aware of the quality (or lack of quality) of an improvisation until I've finished, when it congeals in my mind. This time, I felt that I was simultaneously occupied, concentrating at the keyboard, and detached, listening to myself play. Perhaps I am insane? Schumann had names for his two personalities. I have not gotten to know mine well enough yet.