A Stringed Instrument at Every Nesting Place

I don't know how my family does it. I have a stringed instrument at every nesting place in my home.

I write continuously so I like to have an instrument within arms reach for when the proverbial creative juices flow.

So what this does is... it causes me to hum, sing, and or play quietly mind you, at various moments unexpectedly.

Could be there's a conversation going on, a climaxing movie scene, a serious news commentary, you name it... I've interrupted the world's most prominent speakers and the world's most pressing moments.

And through it my family has continued to love me all the same. I owe them a debt of thanks for their understanding and patience.