There was a moth in here the other day. Patches is ready in case it comes back. She’ll hold it down with one paw and stab it to death with the other. Patches is deadly with a butter knife.

There was a moth in here the other day. Patches is ready in case it comes back. She’ll hold it down with one paw and stab it to death with the other. Patches is deadly with a butter knife.

She’s trying very hard to lower my stress level. It’s not working at all.

Patches is worried about my dad too.



Lunch on the patio with Bellana.
I played guitar a little last night. Nothing specific, just noodling. Today I forced myself to work on a new song idea. Well, sort of new. I played a little lick into Music Memos last month that I never used. I worked it into the first and so far only June song so far. Two minutes of bad pop rock.
It’s not much, but it’s something.



Harry graduates from high school tonight. Expect tons of pictures from the ceremony. Also, expect tons of pictures from all over time and space because he’s one of my favorite people on Earth and he’s graduating and I am so happy for him that I am positive I will spontaneously combust before the day is over.



















