Resurrection of number 8, pt 1.

So tonight Robin came by with the broken soprano. I told him I'd take it in, but I wouldn't open the case. I didn't think I could stand looking at it.

Bad news: it was a lot more broken than I would imagine possible.

Good news 1: it was just the top, sides and back were intact.

Good news 2: I handled the encounter better than I thought I would. Lump in throat but no tears.