and it reminds me faintly of my dream last night, all too ironic, i think (maybe i predicted the future in my sleep) - i faintly recall having to play my trumet in my dreams. it was old and tarnished, not the shiny silver baby it used to be. i think i had to play taps or something (easy enough, its all the first and 3rd valve) and i couldnt play it too well because my lip is shot. (its been years since i've actually played, and while my knowledge remains, the lip would have to be retrained.)
and i am reminded that i used to be able to hit a G above the scale. i was a dynamo, really.