Apprehensions

Over the past several weeks, I've become aware of a strong and inexplicable impulse churning beneath the surface of my psyche. Every time I get on Craigslist.org, the first place I go is to the "free" section to look for pianos. There is always a piano.

I do not need a piano, I do not particularly like pianos, I have nowhere to put a piano. And yet every time I think about free pianos, my mind salivates. What will happen when I have my own place? I am terrified that I will fill it with dozens of partially operational spinets, and studios, and consoles, and uprights,  and players, each with a unique scale and timbre suited to a particular crazy-man composition. I'll probably also have cats.