I am going to miss my family over the next 48 hours. Here is a pair of cat pics to symbolize my sadness.


I am going to miss my family over the next 48 hours. Here is a pair of cat pics to symbolize my sadness.


The photo doesn’t have anything to do with the title, I just like candles too. Not as much as I like good news, but whatever.
I’m still feeling the sense of impending doom though. I’m not sure how to process it given the events of the day. Maybe I am just in a state of perpetual freaked out. That makes sense to me.
You put an egg into the quinoa the way the Japanese Steakhouses put egg into the fried rice. It turns it into this delightful gooey mess.

The humidifier in my CPAP machine will be happy for a while.

Remember when newspapers were still a thing? I just went outside to get the newspaper. I had a paper route back when I was 11 or 12 years old (I think? Maybe a little older? I can’t remember, it was hundreds of years ago) and does going outside to get the Sunday paper bring me back?
No. No, it doesn’t.
The view from the porch:
I’m pretty sure there is Poison Ivy in there somewhere.
I spent a solid 90 minutes tracking guitars today and I feel a tiny bit better about the state of the world right now. Granted a tiny bit better than OH MY GOD WE’RE TOTALLY DOOMED AND NOTHING WILL EVER BE RIGHT AGAIN is… well… relative, dig?
I put rhythm guitars onto one song as a bit of a warm up and then went nuts doing leads. Five songs. The four that got vocals this morning and one more that was left over from last time I did leads.
My finger tips are killing me right now. I really need the band to get back together so I can get my fingers into regular shape again.
I managed a little car music this morning. I put a load of laundry into the washing machine, jumped in the car, recorded vocals for four songs, and got back into the house one minute before the wash cycle ended. I kinda felt like a genius.
Obligatory drive home ugly clock picture:
The pipeline now contains five songs ready for lead guitar, five songs ready for rhythm guitar, and three that are just little noodles and still need everything. That’s all on top of the 16 songs that are already finished.


I’m leaving for my folks’ house. Patches is trying to say goodbye but getting distracted by everyone petting her neck.



She’s waiting patiently for me to stand up so she can steal my spot.