Last night, I went to Tacoma with some people and crashed Conclave, the big viola da gamba powow. It was nice to see some Bloomington friends again, and it made me miss my time there. Of course, I knew when I left that sooner or later I would be struck by the hammer of nostalgia that can only be generated by incomplete satisfaction. I wonder how long it will take until I feel purity and goodness again when I practice early music. I think I take things too seriously.