I expect this to be a routine check in. Here’s hoping I’m right.

It’s been over a year but I still get nervous, even though there have never been any issues. Whatever, right?
I expect this to be a routine check in. Here’s hoping I’m right.

It’s been over a year but I still get nervous, even though there have never been any issues. Whatever, right?
The sign that you can’t see in this picture says “masks are optional.”
I don’t know how I feel about that. I’m trying to be less militant about mask wearing, but I still wear them more often than not. I’m actually wearing one right now as I write this.
Maybe next time I come here I’ll see if I can convince myself to leave it in the car. Maybe.

This one is easy. It isn’t. Zero percent important. I prefer to focus on things that are real. You know, people, places, and things that actually exist.

I am not going to go into details but there was something in the track record of the company I’ve worked for for almost 19 years that made me very happy. As of this afternoon, that something is no longer in our track record.
It doesn’t affect me or anyone that I work with directly, but I really feel let down. I was proud of this little factoid and I can’t be proud of it anymore. It sucks.
Also, it’s gloomy and rainy out and I had a crappy night’s sleep last night and I don’t feel like I’ve physically recovered from this morning’s exercise. I guess I am just not having a terribly good day today and I am bummed out.
I haven’t played any guitar yet today. Yet.
I did take a photo a day challenge picture of a guitar though so we’ve got that going for us.
First, WordPress.com has been putting up these daily writing prompts for a while now and I was on the fence as to whether or not I should play along. I thought yesterday’s response might have been funny so I finally joined in. Now? What the hell, right?
How do I practice self-care? The brutally honest answer is that I asked a doctor to butcher my stomach and my digestive system so that I could lose 200 pounds and not feel like I was on death’s door 24/7. That’s the real answer.
The practical answer is spending time with my wife and spending as much time as I can with the kids now that they don’t live around here anymore. Those and playing the guitar and playing with cameras. Those are the answers that matter, at least on the mental health side.
I had to re-do workout number three, but the app didn’t crash this time and I topped two miles at three minutes walking followed by one minute running, repeated eight times.
Ouch.

This is the other song that I was thinking might get the nod for this month’s Record Every Month Challenge submission, but I am not happy with the mix. The song is groovy and fun. I kept it as ridiculously simple as possible but then made the mix a little too busy. I think I’ll go with the song from the last post instead. I do like this though.
Of the 10 songs I am working on this month, only one can be my submission for the Record Every Month Challenge thing. This song might be it. There’s one other that is in the running, but I kinda like this puppy even though there isn’t much to it.