Only Two Days?

New Years gave us a long weekend last week. Christmas gave us a long weekend the week before.

This weekend is just a normal two day weekend? What the hell? You mean I have to go to work tomorrow?

That’s so harsh, bro. So harsh.

I Own Hoth

Yeah, figures I own the place that’s winter year round.

Tomorrow’s to-do list is pretty simple.

Car music. The first of 2022
Help Jen make breakfast
Help Bellana with any pre-Europe tasks that she may need help with.
Laundry, I think. I ripped a pair of jeans on Friday. I’m down to two. I had to order more. I ordered some new shirts too. Hmm, does rush.com’s store have anything in my size?
Jen and Bellana are planning on cooking dinner together. Help them if they need help.
Play the guitar.

That’s a pretty attainable set of goals for a Sunday, right?

I’ve been playing in music nook #2 and it’s bugging the Mrs as she works. Right then, moving back to music nook #1 in the bedroom.

I was afraid of this. I can’t really get the big Bassbreaker any quieter. The Vox might be okay but I’ll try that next time.

For now, it’s back upstairs.

She’s like a goalie and my keyboard is the goal.

This is worth it just for the isolated drums at the end. One last nerding out on Neil Peart’s memory for the night. Enjoy this one.

Just watch Neil Peart noodle. Even when he’s just warming up he’s magic.

Jen has to stay up a little late. I’m trying to stay up with her but I can’t do it. It makes me sad.

I’m also starting a new mask and filter in Mr CPAP machine so once I Konk out I’ll maybe stay out for hours.

Look at me, letting everyone down again.