All night long I went to and from the bathroom, cleaning my throat. When I woke up, it was significantly better than yesterday. I practiced piano for several hours, and then went to the office - dad wanted me to fix something in the computer. It turned out to be nothing special.

I phoned Ira to inform her that she might have to pay tax on the books package that we sent from London, and that I'll return her any money she spends. She wasn't home, and I gave her grandma the message. Hope she gets it.

We did some shopping and came home. I wrote a new piece for tomorrow's lesson, and am going to sleep soon, it's 23:20.