Well, after a few weeks of solid practice and getting my chops back into shape, it's time for a vacation.  Ok, truly... the vacation was planned long before, but I could still use it.  I'll soon be wisked off in a small float plane packed with 7 other family or soon-to-be family members then plunked down in a lake in the middle of the Canadian wilderness for a 3-day fishing trip with no communication to the outside world, an outhouse, a sleeping bag, and one change of clothes.  I welcome the adventure.  After all, all Bach can be boring.  Life deserves a little Ibert!