This morning, Maestro woke me up by standing next to the bed & serenading me with the banjo. (He’s barely started to learn to play the banjo! He bought it a while ago, but his first banjo student ended up quitting and he only just got his second this week…)
Anyway, so instead of getting up, I rolled myself up in the comforter like a burrito and enjoyed a song about how I needed to get up and go to work.
I did eventually get up to give him a round of applause, but now I have “O, Susanna” stuck in my head, even though that’s not what he played.