We were not going to a town to paint so I planned to sleep late.  Ha.  At 6:25 music started playing somewhere.  I recognized St. Andrews Strings.  It must be my music, but why was it playing?  I wanted to go back to sleep.  I listened to every note, exhaling thankfully at the end, then the piece started again.  Stop!  “Why is that music on?” I mumbled to Maurice.  He got up to check it out.  The music was in the main room, still playing.  And playing.  “I can’t figure it out,” called Maurice.  How hard could this be?  Just turn it off.  Soon he brought in the ipad, scrolling through the playlist, to see if I could figure it out.  Uh huh.  “It’s not the ipad playing,” I told him.  It was my phone, still drawing the bows over the strings in the other room.  I hadn’t actually turned off the alarm the morning before. Keep reading