Remember the Lizardfish

The singer from Lizardfish is in Maine right now, I think. Apparently bars are open because he’s out someplace where a band is playing.

I would be way too scared to go to something like that without being vaccinated first, but that’s not the point of this post.

The point is that the band has a set list full of songs from our set lists! Like, get you’re own cover songs, you thieving jerks! Only Lizardfish can cover long forgotten 80’s one (or two) hit wonders!

Stop stealing our clever ideas!

70’s

The temperature today hit 72 degrees Fahrenheit. It’s like… spring.

Of course the downside is when I took out the trash, stepped on the lawn, and sank into the swamp like mud field.

It’ll be so worth it once the effin’ snow is gone.

I’m exhausted, my eyes are so tired that they are making my head hurt. First thing I do once this Covid shit is over is get new glasses. Second is get my Les Paul fixed up like new. Okay, maybe not second.

Long Day

Today was a long day. Just busy from start to finish. I didn’t have a chance to stop for dinner until around 8:00. I was able to talk to my father at the rehab place for a couple of minutes but my mother’s phone kept going straight to the answering machine. It’s a landline and sometimes when you press the button to hang up it doesn’t actually close the line. That’s probably what happened.

Tomorrow is likely to be another long day. I hope it goes smoother though.

We found out this week that the building my group works in is likely to be sold. I guess someone approached us out of the blue with an offer too good to refuse. They asked us to go in and clean out our desks. They set up a schedule so there will never be more than five people in at a time. I signed up for the last day on the sheet, April 9, 2021. The last time I saw my desk was March 13, 2020. what a fucked up world, eh?

I’m so tired of it all.