boxcutting

I never really understood the beauty of boxcutters until I used the new one from dad to cut open the plastic packaging of some coat hangers and nearly cut through the coat hangers.

Of course I didn't yoink this week's required reading from the office. And of course I practiced organ for the prescribed three to four hours per day after my first lesson, at which I was asked to sight-read the opening of a Bach trio sonata. And of course I didn't forget my pencil for the lesson, or accidentally bring the duet arrangement of said sonata.