If I can pull this off it will make me happy.
Get up at 5:00am. Take the trash out to the street. Go down cellar, take my vitamins, and run in place until around 6:00am. Break out the Les Paul and record rhythm guitars on one, maybe two songs.
Make lunch, pack up my laptop, shower, get dressed, get on the road by 7:30.
Yeah, right. Good night, folks! It’s bed time!
Oh yeah!
I checked the mouse traps in the cellar. Nothing.
The cats, however, are on the hunt. They just attacked something on the other side of the room. Good luck, mouse hunters.
Just don’t bring any surprises onto our bed tonight, m’kay? Thanks.
I would love to go to the ocean to take some photos this weekend but the forecast is crappy, and it looks like it will remain crappy for all of eternity.
This is why I hate working in the office. Well, it’s one of the many reasons why working at home is infinitely preferable.
I drove for an hour this morning on both route 93 South and route 128 South without coming anywhere near the speed limit. From Methuen, MA to Waltham, MA at an average of probably 20 miles per hour. My 40 mile commute should have taken me about 40 minutes on the highway. Instead it took about 95 minutes.
No reason for it, just volume and gridlock. It’s infuriating. The best part is that I get to do it again tonight at around 5:30pm. Hoo-friggin’-ray.
I was hoping to sneak some playing in before work today but it’s a commute day and I didn’t get out of bed early enough. Better luck tomorrow, I guess.
The chicken looks sooo good.
We tried cooking grits with dinner tonight. It went about as well as you’d expect from a couple of New Englanders.
The milk burned and then boiled over and flooded the stove top.
We should have seen that coming.
Inside the Red Head's Head 