*tick**tick**tick**tick**tick**tick**tick*

D’s audition music for the high school jazz band is burned into my brain now, along with the metronome ticking at the required 160 beats per minute. Yesterday he started learning the piece at 100 bpm and maxed out at 125 bpm, but today he picked it up at 160 bpm just fine. It’s catchy, but that metronome part is kind of driving me batty. I wonder why it’s so prominent in my consciousness, more than four hours later – could it have to do with the stimulant effect of all those cups of tea with dinner?