Patches and I are trying to get caught up on all of the Marvel shows made for Netflix.  I thought Jessica Jones came out first but Daredevil did.  So Patches and I are sort of out of order.  We are half way through season one of Daredevil.  It’s okay, but I’m not sure I’m buying into the super powers.  

I wasted a huge musical 50/90 opportunity and I’m a little pissed at myself. Today is my telecommuting day. During the summer it is also a kid day, where the kids stay home with me while I work. During the non-summer months I get up early and take them to school, or to their Dad’s house where they catch the bus. This week though, the kids were at summer camp. That means I didn’t have to leave the house at all before work. I was up and out of bed before 6:00am so that I could kiss my wife good bye as she left for work. All I had to do was grab my MacBook and head to the cellar and I could have had three solid hours of recording time where I could make as much god awful noise as I wanted.

The only thing I had to avoid was going back to bed. If I could manage to not go back to bed, I could have recording bliss like you’ve heard about.

So obviously you can guess that I went back to bed. I got an extra two hours of sleep. That was a different kind of bliss, but I should have got some writing and recording in. Now that I look back at my morning, I wish I had. Overall I would have rather had the kids here for the day, but if I couldn’t have that, I should have had the Fender amp up really loud. Oh well.

On an unrelated note, I turned the AC off using our very swanky new internet enabled thermostat, and opened nearly every window in the house (and one door too!). The breeze whipping through feels wonderful. Yet another type of bliss. It’s starting to get hot in here though. When the breeze dies you really start feeling the temperature. I will probably go back to the AC before the work day is through. Also, there is one major asshole squirrel sitting on the tree in the front yard… mocking me. What a prick!

Patches is sort of enjoying the open windows, but I think it’s frustrating her too. She keeps climbing to the top of her cat tree to take a nap, but before she can get settled a sound outside will grab her attention and she jumps down to the bay window and stalks something or other through the screen. If she decides she wants to go after a bird or something (squirrel!) I don’t know if the screen will be enough to stop her. She hasn’t gotten out yet in all the times I’ve opened that window though. I think we’re okay.

Saving this one for later.

Ritchie Blackmore – Guitar God, unquestioned. Although rumor has it he’s kind of a dick in person.
Cozy Powell – Drum God, unquestioned.
Don Airey – Great keyboard player, but no John Lord.
Roger Glover – Decent bass player.
Graham Bonnet – In the studio with Rainbow… possibly the best vocal performance by a male in the history of the human race. Really… he’s godlike on that album. On stage with Rainbow? Waffles between not-so-good and vomit inducingly bad. What are you gonna do?

As the fascist is officially named the republican nominee for President of the United States of America, a touch of Tuesday mood music.

On Monday I started the work day in Foxborough. 72 miles away. It took 1:20 to get there.
On Tuesday I started the work day in Waltham. 33-34 miles away. It took 1:26 to get there.

Remember when traffic improved during the summer? It’s late July, is that ever going to happen again?

I hired some one to cut the front grass.  Sure he works slow, but it’s a totally green business.

My wife is so good to me. She’s amazing. I have no idea what I did to deserve such a wonderful person to share my life with, but I must have done something right because my wife is incredible.

While she was working at her desk in the living room, she let me go down cellar and play guitar through my amp. I kept it as low as it gets, but she still would have been totally within her rights to ask me to shut the hell up… and she didn’t. Why? Because I am the luckiest red head ever.

I love you, Jen. With all my heart. Thank you for being so good to me.

Sunday nights in downtown Methuen are pretty dead.

We finally tried the Bada-Bing tonight.  Not bad!