Yesterday was the 231st anniversary of the birth
of Johann Sebastian Bach. You know, the granddaddy of classical music.
It was also a spectacularly bad day for me at work, wasting
hours while IT tried download after interminable download to solve the problem
of why I wasn’t getting Ethernet connectivity in my new office (which I can
also use to do a little side business of growing mushrooms).
There was another perfect storm involving facilities and a
non-installed keyboard tray (which has ratcheted me up to an 8 on the pain
scale), and trying to find a doctor using what my health insurer is pleased to
call a provider directory. (Hint: you lose credibility if you tell me the data
was updated last week, but one of the providers you list closed his office and
moved to Pittsburgh last year.)
Anyhow, it was Bach’s birthday, and a genius of that
magnitude deserves more than a single day. Here’s the “Cello Suite No. 1” in G.
This sucker can talk me off the ledge most days.
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