Not a prisoner

She’s not a prisoner, she’s just traveling, I tell myself to assuage my guilt at locking her up.

It usually takes an hour to get her into the carrier. Today it took two minutes. Now she’s packed up and we are crazy early. Shit.

Anti-Social Cat

She won’t come over to the bed to hang out with us. I wonder if she knows she’s going to the vet tomorrow. Maybe she can sense it. Worse than the vet though, she’s going in the cat carrier. Oh how she hates that thing.

Snuck in Some Playing

I wasn’t planning on any guitar playing tonight. Mostly because I didn’t have songs ready for any guitar parts. So what did I do? I started a new re-recording just so that I could have something to play.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t need to have something to record to play. If I want to play I can just play. No big whoop, right? It’s just that I wanted to play and I wanted to record something so I came up with something to record, that’s all.

I didn’t play for long, and I didn’t play well, but I did play and that’s all that I care about.