Here's an excerpt, continuing from where we left off:
“Ooh, look, this guy’s a musician. You like musicians, don’t you, Syd?”
“Why, because I’m a musician?”
“Well, it’s a good start,” Grace said, shrugging. “Wait, maybe he’s not really a musician. I’m not sure being a Guitar Hero guru qualifies him as a musician, but hey, it’ll at least give you a topic for conversation.” She stood on slightly wobbly legs to retrieve the bottle of wine and topped up each of their glasses; hers required much more topping up. “I’m sure he isn’t a dignified pianist in a renowned orchestra like the incomparable Sydney Montrose, but he might be charming in his own way.”
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Well, I'm still a gimp with this torn meniscus of mine, so I decided to move back home with the 'rents for a while until I start teaching again in September. I know what I'll teach on the first day to my students: how not to injure yourself. :D I must say I'm quite enjoying this hospital. I get hugs whenever I need them, three square meals a day (including snacks), and satellite TV. I've become a TV junkie again and I'm okay with that. Wishing you all a fabulous, injury-free week ahead! :)