Susan, I'd suggest that you use music by a composer who isn't currently well known - I know I'm often jarred in novels when the characters consistently prefer the things from their time that are popular now to the things from their time that were popular then.
It's my impression from the historical novels I've read that much or most of the music amateurs would learn was for dancing, rather than recital pieces.
I"d be careful with Bach, as he fell out of fashion very thoroughly from his death until the early 19th century.
I hope some of that was useful.
I"d be careful with Bach, as he fell out of fashion very thoroughly from his death until the early 19th century.
Thanks, Ouise. I couldn't remember (and didn't bother to research), but things like that always surprise me. I mean, Bach is awesome. Why would Bach fall out of fashion? Stupid 18th century.
On the bright side, I suppose, I brough my lunch today so even if the elevator stays broken for a while, I won't have to resort to cannibalism.
Which is good because all of the walking up the steps have toughened up the muscles of your coworkers -- making them too stringy to enjoy.
And speaking of weird foods (see that transition)... for all of my eating needs today I have the following "foods": protein shake, 2 protein bars, pork chop, and special high protein "vegetable" "chili."
And I bought in 3 buckeyes (not for me)....
Cannibalism might be higher appeal.
That sounds very ...protein-y.
The vet needs to call me back.
Was Devi better this morning?
That sounds very ...protein-y.
Seriously!
The vet needs to call me back.
Seriously.
We are totally dropping like flies in my office -- my boss just went home sick.
I want to go home sick. And I may.
I want to go home sick. And I may.
I do too, but I won't. All bets are off, however, for tomorrow.
I took last week off on holiday - and ended up sick the entire time. I went to the filming of a music TV show on my first day off, and whilst the presenter was speaking I was stood behind them, coughed whilst drinking a pint of beer, and spat it out over them. On camera. I died of shame, just about.
Devi almost threw up this morning, so no. And I should be more patient with the vet. The one I saw last week is off Tue/Thur, and the other vet had surgeries scheduled, so reception told me to not expect to hear back until this afternoon.
I vote go home sick.
