Well, the National Hammered Dulcimer competition is over.
Out of thirteen contestants, six beat me, and I beat six. Absolutely average.
This coming off a change in my epilepsy meds (more phenobarbital, yum), and three surgeries (both hands and left elbow), with physical therapy still in progress, and a promotion to full editor with the Romance publisher for which I work.
Doc was insistent that I could not possibly compete in the finals, that my surgeries and therapy would preclude it; my sometimes (when the VA wants to see me) shrink insisted that I was being unreasonable by insisting