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Well, the clarinet hath a reed now. I have succeeded in making noises. Whether they are more like a dying cow or Bob the Builder playing his bugle, I'm not sure, but they are at this point mostly just noises.
Still, the fact that I was able to make a noise at all has accomplished feels to it.
The husband is making tapioca and I'm just exhausted. So happy it's Sabbath.
Still, the fact that I was able to make a noise at all has accomplished feels to it.
The husband is making tapioca and I'm just exhausted. So happy it's Sabbath.