Summertime, But The Living Still Ain't Very Easy

Woke up at 5 AM this morning after not much sleep, and listened to the opening of Thomas Ades's "The Tempest", from the Royal Opera House (London), until I fell back to sleep and dreamt about a very large white frog. I don't remember much of the Ades music, except that I played the opening phrases about a half dozen times listening to the small glissandi.

Header credit: Cope’s Gray Treefrog, Hyla chrysoscelis. Via Wikipedia. With thanks. (My frog was whiter, fatter, and moister.)