I finished the brass parts, which became more complicated than I realized. I had a moment in which I clearly comprehended my Mother's abusive nature: I had four screens open on my computer - the trombone part I was trying to make sense of, the full score, and the other two trombone parts - and Annabelle wanted dinner, so she kept climbing up onto the computer for my attention, crawling over the keyboard, and being a nuisance. I couldn't accomplish a thing and she was working my last nerve. I could have killed her. Luckily, I am not my mother.