I said goodbye to the cats. They didn’t care. They will have fun with Harry while we are away.


I said goodbye to the cats. They didn’t care. They will have fun with Harry while we are away.


It’s just for the weekend. We are traveling light. No checked bags.




Are we sick of the Hipstamatic Shake to Shuffle Shit yet?
Last night, just before I fell asleep, I added a new song idea to the 50 songs in 90 days thing. It is song number 47 and I made it all that way before I worked on a 12-bar blues. Usually the first 12-bar pops up way earlier in the project than this.
This morning I got up early and added guitar tracks to three songs, including the shiny new 12-bar. If I don’t start cranking out lyrics like a lyric writing factory, then this whole challenge is going to seriously crash and burn. I still have a mountain of stuff to do and not a lot of time left to do it in.
For now though, Hipstamatic guitar pics. Shake to Shuffle.
In the waiting room for yet another doctor’s appointment. This time we are talking migraines, which aren’t really an issue these days. Thankfully.
Shake to shuffle:



Wednesday is the official work-in-the-office day, but this week I’m bumping it up to Monday. The traffic was bad, but normal bad. It wasn’t 2+ hours like last week, it was just the usual 80 minutes for 40 mile bullshit today.
A pair of Hipsta-Kitties on a lazy Sunday evening. Jen and I are eating dinner in the living room, just hanging out. It’s really nice.
Random pics with random hipstamatic settings from today’s road trip to Vermont.
In the three years plus that we’ve been mostly working from home, we’ve been hit by a lot of nasty storms during business hours. We’ve never had a power outage though.
Until today. It only lasted for a minute, and the wifi booting back up actually took longer than the actual outage. Still, our perfect power streak has come to an end. Now we just need the storm to end.
I bought the clock in this picture two years ago when I had a Covid-19 scare and was quarantined in my step son’s room while he was away at school. Those few days sucked out loud. I bought the little clock from amazon because there wasn’t a clock in Harry’s room that wasn’t on a computer screen. When my isolation period ended the clock moved to our bedroom and later when the cellar rebuild was finished it moved down stairs to my new office space.
I noticed it was ticking really loudly this morning. Three hours later I realized the second hand wasn’t moving anymore. The battery wasn’t dead, but the clock apparently was.
Rest in peace, cheap piece of crap amazon clock. You served me very well over two years of life. I thank you.
Will I replace it?
Naw, probably not.