Everywhere we go, people ask us to play or sing for them. This morning began with a visit from a friend of Andrew's family who wanted to introduce us to one of her friends, a pianist. We ended up playing the Prokofiev Sonata for another personal concert, rough after several days of nonpractice, but unjudged and extremely appreciated. Such is music, waiting to be given and received by all who are willing to make it and listen. Later in the day we sang songs together. It is so wonderful to have this thing to share, to paint the backdrop of life.