The guitar was played today.
Poorly.

The guitar was played today.
Poorly.

Me and my love, a World of Warcraft party. Romance is in the air.

Patches said welcome home. Then she said pet me you fat tub o’ lard.

Sometimes Patches’ words are like knives into my soul.
Meow.
As the rain starts in Boston, I run out to the car to grab something that I forgot to bring in earlier and see a cool cloud.

Yes, sometimes Robert is easily entertained.
I hate it when your musical heroes say the private part out loud, you know?
I think it was around the time that the pandemic was starting, I told Jen that my musical hero, Eric Clapton, had developed some neurological issues that affected his ability to play guitar and as a result I wanted to see him live one more time while I still could. Even if that meant traveling to see him, the way we used to travel to see Rush.

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Now?
Fucking douche.
I’m home. I’m off the nana sitting clock for a night.
Jen, Harry, and I are watching Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2. I’m happy.


I just saw a weather report that said there has been a measurable amount of rain in 19 of the 21 days so far this month.
Hey, Mother Nature… Fuck you.
My mother was super quiet in her room. I got up to get my stuff ready for bed around midnight. I assumed she was asleep. Nope she was standing next to her bed reading. I told her what time it was and she said she was going to bed. Good.
15 minutes ago she came out of her room and asked me if anyone else besides Lisa and John (my siblings) had taken the train with her.
What train, I asked.
The train we took here this morning, she said.
I told her she probably dozed off and had a dream. She agreed. I told her we went to the doctor yesterday but other than that she hadn’t left the house.
She said she remembered that. Then she asked who else was in the house right now. Just us, I said. Okay.
Then she pointed at something on he floor in front of me and asked what it was. My shoes and socks, I said.
Cool socks! She exclaimed as she turned around, walked into her room, got in bed, and immediately went to sleep.
It’s ten minutes to 1:00 am. I’m done. Good night everyone.
Cool socks, indeed.
Addendum: she’s still awake. She just asked about tomorrow’s weather forecast. M’kay.

Color me caged.
I took a half day off yesterday to take my mother to the doctor. I sign in to work today and it’s like I’ve been out for a week. Everything that could have happened happened in that four hour time off block yesterday. Then I was on a meeting with my boss to catch me up on everything I missed and we both got hit with urgent issues at the same time and had to drop off the call.
What the hell?