Patches watched TV with us upstairs. PatchRabbit watches with us downstairs.
Hello and welcome to tonight’s family TV-by-the-fake-fireplace night.
We are finally getting caught up on The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel and Patches is enchanted.
The Japanese Peace Lilly can’t seem to decide if it is dying or thriving. One leaf turns brown and another one sprouts. It’s crazy.
Mmmm, puréed meatball. Yummy!
Now that my last Lowell Devils beer glass has died an unceremonious death in the dishwasher (as few days ago. There was an understated yet tasteful memorial service), this is now the coolest drinking glass in the house.
PatchRabbit is riveted… again.
PatchRabbit is riveted.
Remember the RPM Challenge’s Record Every Month challenge thingie that I did all last year but failed to finish anything in March or April this year?
I just threw together a simple, quick, and dirty little thing that could end up being a May submission.
I went exactly two months without playing guitar…
…before I played today.
I played my SG because it’s the lightest guitar with the smallest body and I figured it would be the easiest to deal with against my recently sliced open gut.
There were no issues.
Life is good.