me too – we did it yestersay though) the modernist part was wonderful)

I was so upset that yesterday I had checked the tv schedule, saw I had three hours, told myself to remember- and then forgot. It’s more or less a family tradition from my childhood that we watch the PBS broadcast (and my mother still teases that I kicked along in the womb to the more energetic marches – I won’t say i was raised on classical music but i sort of was, especially Strauss). So we clapped along to the final march just now and my year can start now. (And yes, I was physically tearing up during the Blue Danube)