I got seven hours of sleep last night. I only took the CPAP mask off once. MyAir should have given me a perfect 100 score for the night. Nope. It said I was leaky again. I lost points. Sadness ensued.
My step kids are in Pennsylvania right now. Earlier I got a text from my step son telling me that they went to a used record store and he scored a UK version of Help! by The Beatles on vinyl. Wicked cool. Wicked pissah cool. He also asked my recommendation on which movie to watch: Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom or Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. The answer is obvious.
I have three new pieces of guitar gear that I haven’t even plugged in. I need to start playing at home again. Even if I don’t play the 50/90 thing, I just need to practice. I need to play with the new toys. Our next gig is in November and if I don’t start practicing I won’t remember how to play and I’ll look like a dumb ass at my high school reunion. Crud.
I really want to see Steve Hackett when he comes to Boston next month, but I really don’t want to miss a night with my family. I really want to see King Crimson when they come to Boston next month, but I really don’t want to miss a night with my family. If I see these guys my list of musicians I need to see before they retire/die will be down to one (Jeff Beck). Urgh, sometimes I hate being a responsible grown up. What a poopy head.
Is it too soon to book our Disney vacation to celebrate Harry’s graduation? Well he graduates in 2021 so… No! It’s not too early! We just have to decide which resort we want to book. Signs are pointing to the Adventure Lodge, but it’s still too soon to call it.
I wish I could sleep through the night. Wouldn’t that be cool? It’s something I have in common with newborns the world over. We all wish we could sleep through the night. Well, me and all of the newborns’ parents, right?