It’s been almost four months since my love bought me a new Les Paul for my 50th birthday. Today is the first day since then that it got new strings.
Oh and one of the bridge saddles fell off. Super easy fix but when the time comes to upgrade the shit out of this sucker (it has PAF clones in it’s pick ups’ future), I expect I’ll add a bridge to the list. I’ve never looked into upgrading a bridge before. Is there a boutique bridge industry?
I spent 10 minutes on the second floor of the house.
It’s somewhere between 150 and 20,000 degrees Fahrenheit up there.
I don’t know what we are doing right with this kiddo, but it’s been growing like nuts recently.
Also: Candles.
I’m freaking out but Patch-o-rama is good.
Say hello to my good friend, Mr CPAP Machine.
If I weren’t in hell right now, Mr CPAP would be forcing my airway to stay open so that I can reach the lower levels of sleep and actually enjoy the health benefits of rest, while also having the side effect of stopping me from snoring.
But none of that is ever going to happen again because I am in fact in hell.
Three of the five bulbs are out and I don’t think they have any more. Parent sitting is underway.
Not tonight, my friends, but soon.
Soon.
I have no reason to post this. None at all. Jen and I are going to play some video games.
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