Warmer

Space (Heater)…. The Final Frontier.

The company that failed to install our new furnace today gave us a couple of loaners. The cat is kinda terrified.

Install rescheduled for tomorrow.

More Furnace Fail

I went down stairs and opened the doors and turned on the lights and took some pics for a before and after blog post. As I was wrapping up they called and said they couldn’t come today. Oh… okay. So they will try again tomorrow, and for today they will try to bring over some space heaters.

I guess I can post the before pictures now. Insert the sound of a very frustrated sigh here.

Insert a second, more frustrated sounding sigh of frustration here.

Bookcase Cat

She likes hanging out on that shelf.

Offended Cat

I took this picture of Patches and I told her she was looking sad.

She got pissed off and stuck her tongue out at me.

Apparently I offended her.

Light

The cellar has (had) six fluorescent light banks in the ceiling. Right now, exactly one is still functional. Fortunately it is near the washer and dryer so there hasn’t really been an issue.

Still, I wanted to be able to see on the other (much larger) side of the cellar if for some reason something is happening over there. Maybe I can find a use for that area other than storing stuff. I don’t know. I was hoping we’d be able to have the whole place redone, complete with new overhead lights. For the near future at least, that ain’t happening.

So Jen and I talked about getting a couple of floor lamps and sticking them down stairs. I put them together this morning before work and set them up with internet connected light bulbs so we can turn the lights on from upstairs and have everything lit up nicely before we go down stairs.

Now all we have to do is clean up all the shit left over from when we had the ducts worked on. Then maybe I can do something with the space. Maybe a new music room? Probably not. Who knows. I’m just glad I can see again.

Hey Siri

I’m going to move my work desk back to our bedroom soon, but for the moment, Siri and I are still working from Harry’s desk.

Groovy New Alarm Clock

Dig the crazy, groovy new alarm clock.

Indoors is Still Scary

I took my mother to a doctor’s appointment today. It went well, thank you.

Based on the massive traffic I struggled through getting home I would say that pesky pandemic is over. If that’s the case, why was I freaking out so while hanging out at the hospital?

I was cool as a cucumber on the outside, but a basket case of Covid worry on the inside.

I am so ready for this bullshit to end. Get the damn vaccine.

You Had One Job

I was driving that wheelchair today as if I’d been driving it my whole life. I didn’t crash or bump into anyone at all. Zero injuries. Kick ass, dude.

Clawing Back to Life

Just another one of those days where the brain doesn’t want to function and something that feels like what the rumors say is the blues tries to take over. I have three things that are helping me claw my way back to life.

First, Jen. As always. As far as my mental state goes, I really don’t know what I would do without her.

Second, nowhere near as important as item number one, the Bruins are kicking the shit out of the Sharks right now. It’s 4-1 about halfway through the third period. Thanks, Bruins. I appreciate it.

Third, probably more important than number two, but still nowhere near as important as number one, I spent the last hour+ playing guitar. I put leads on the three songs that got vocals this morning, and then put rhythm guitars onto two more from the current batch of songs to re-record for the 2015 re-recording yadda yadda blah. My playing wasn’t great, but it was okay.

Now I have to get some exercise in. Ugh.

Obligatory guitar pics: