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Guitarless

On Sunday I promised myself that my guitar would get some quality playing time on Monday. On Monday the brand new, expensive headboard broke and I was so mad I couldn’t see straight. Some guitar playing would likely have calmed me down (eventually). I did not, however, play the guitar.

I need to play the guitar. Mentally, physically, spiritually, I need to play the guitar. It sucks that I haven’t played at all in the last week. It sucks.

I need to play tonight, but I likely won’t be playing tonight. Tomorrow night, there might be a chance. There’s a chance tonight too, but not a very big one.

The RPM Challenge is less than a week away. I need to spend some time playing in my newly redesigned bedroom music nook to make sure everything is working correctly. I still have two re-recordings that need guitar parts, so that’s what my goal will be. Starting February 1st though, all re-recordings are completely removed from my brain and it’s all RPM Challenge. The only goal I have right now is participating. The fantasy goal in the back of my brain is to once again make two albums. Either that or a double album. However you slice it, the 10 songs or 35 minute challenge will be 20 songs or 70 minutes. I did it once before, I can do it again… poorly… again.

Until then, my mental health demands I play the guitar… poorly… soon.

Hey, Does This Work?

I was in my annual review talking about how seamless our transition to remote work was when everything network related failed. What was I saying about seamless transition to working from home? I totally take it back!

Now it looks like Google is down for all of us. WOOHOO

Weekend Project Part 11: The Temper Tantrum

The new bed looked perfect. The big wire frame seems strong enough to hold an elephant and a hippo and a tank and me. The new headboard looked beautiful, right up until the moment the support that holds both the leg to the bed frame and the headboard itself snapped like a twig because it was a tiny little piece of super cheap plywood that couldn’t stand the strain of me breathing on it.

There was yelling. A lot of it.

Weekend Project Interlude

We’re getting a bit of a later start today. Jen has already done some rearranging in the kitchen and the office. I haven’t.

Four days in a row I’ve woken up in the morning and the first thought in my head was if I don’t shave this fur coat off of my face today I am going to go insane. Four days in a row I failed to shave the fur coat off of my face. I mean, I had more hair on my face than the cat. It was long enough to pull and itchy as all hell.

Today is day five. I woke up and said if I don’t shave today I am going to go insane… and then I shaved.

I feel (and probably look) like a different person. My back and my legs are killing me from yesterday, but my face is beard-free.

It’s a good day.