I spent much of today resurrecting the “classical” side of my piano playing. It was fun. I forget how much fun classical pieces are. And I think it’s amazing how much my fingers remember even if I haven’t looked at a piece for AGES. I struggle through it once and it sounds horrific (’cause my real brain did not come equipped with a “sight-reading” section … or more likely because that part of it wasn’t exercised enough!) and then suddenly my fingers take over the second time and the notes just come. I’m pretty sure God equipped my fingers with a brain of their own. They amaze me.