Staccato

After so many days of things going so well, I suppose was inevitable that things should take a turn to the worse. Sunday was not a very good day. I found I'd lost my cell phone and I took a rather bad fall in the shower. But on Monday things went well with Austin, and, though I wasn't feeling at my best, we had a good day together. Today was not the best day either, but I finished the poem, Solo, and that is very good. The music keeps on playing even though the instrument is in need of much repair.