Early Mozart sonata, then 'The Clock" with Kristen this afternoon, putting both of us in better humour than we had been. She, at least, was confessedly cranky, having had confrontations with tradesmen, and began by taking things quite contrarily in the desultory gossip with which, as usual, we greeted one another. Warrantless accusations were nearly hurled before she got a grip. The music did very much cheer us up, however, and we were friends when we parted. But as below, so above: The Stephen Colbert pie in Bush's face of nine days ago is still echoing in blogosphere.