I had a brief fantasy that I’m a concert pianist. It turns out I’m not, but this was a fun night. Performed at a staff concert, I had another crack at the third movement of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. I’ve written about this piece before, once or twice, and in a poem too. Here I am trying to play it again with some unintentional improvisation along the way. I was frustrated afterwards (and during) because I can play it so much better at home, but as a friend pointed out, I would need to practice for bazillions of hours to perform at concert level. It’s true: I’ve only played this piece for a few zillions so far.