Vaquero's one of the judges this year for a juried prize that goes to an original music score by a Cuban composer.
UPS delivered the box of scores. By the size there must be a million of them.
It is sitting in the middle of the space where I put my mat for my floor workout.
This cannot be allowed.
Where will I put it, until Vaquero gets back from NO again (he's there for the Tennessee Williams Festival -- doing a panel about now on the Gulf and New Orleans) and can take it to the office?
Argh! I can't work out until I move this carton. Today is mat work. Yesterday was cardio-vascular. Argh!