Have a blurry saxophone...

“When I’m lonely I stand in the corner and play my saxophone and feel sorry for myself. I would ask you to accompany me on the piano, but if I did that I wouldn’t be lonely, would I? And what’s the point of a saxophone if not to celebrate despair?
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― Jarod Kintz, How to construct a coffin with six karate chops

So still not feeling to grand, and heard the daughter practising her Sax, she has another exam tomorrow. I was allowed to take one photograph as long as I chopped her head off...so here it is my one blurry sax picture minus head.