well, this day has held some surprises. Went to treatment consults and group meetings as required, showed up for all three meals (God forbid I miss the food).
A vigorous and diversified activities program is one of the better-known features of this institution, such that outsiders know about these things. In this activities program, some people learn a visual-arts medium and end up with their work mounted in a local exhibition. And then there is the theater, directed by a long-term theater person. Two plays a year every year. I'm just in time for the spring play. I had a word with the professional who does this, and said, Look, I am partly in treatment for sleep-related health issues; and if I cannot commit to all those nights of rehearsals because I literally need to go to my room and get some sleep instead, then that rules me out, right? And he said no, far from it. We'll work something out. So tomorrow night already we all start reading, as a group, and the group will contribute to the decision of which play to perform. In getting acquainted with each other -- "meet and greet" -- tonight, we went around the room and said what kind of performing experience, prior to this, we had. So I mentioned being in my high school play, lo! these many years past; and I went on to add that I was once a professional musician and did no small amount of performing, however I wasn't playing any sort of character at the time. I added that I had been a pianist accompanying other musicians.
So we break up and head our separate ways, and one of the other patients at the meet-and-greet (one who has been here for some time, and has already performed in the plays here last year) hurried after me to say: excuse me, you're an accompanist? Would you be interested in playing piano with me, I play cello. "That was YOU?!" I exclaimed. Because I heard him practicing. There is a music room conveniently close to this very spot, the computer station, where I enjoyed myself for hours this weekend; and many of those hours, somebody was behind closed doors in the music room, practicing solo cello, and playing classical cello music really well. Well, yes, that was he. So at some point in the future, he is going to pull out some of the music in his repertoire, we will find a piano, he will bring his cello, and I will fight the muscle cramps in my hands and arms from being out of practice for so long. And who would have thought it!