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


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.
I put rhythm guitar on two songs and leads on two more. Not bad considering I didn’t even have a musical thought until 9:00pm. The leads came easy tonight, which is nice. The rhythm tracks came harder than they should have given how easy the parts were, but it is okay. My shiny new Les Paul could probably benefit from new strings though. Weekend plans.
Patches the cat isn’t around so you get a pretzel instead. I’m sorry.

I’m miserable to the point of feeling physically ill and Patches doesn’t care at all. Maybe I won’t fill your food bowl. See how you like it, you little stinker.

Oh who am I kidding, I’ll always fill your bowl, you little fuzz ball.
Yesterday….

Today…..

I want to go home. I miss yesterday’s fan.
The key to the Quinoa and veggie stir fry with chunks of chicken is actually getting the onions to just about the point of burning.
Tonight was good, but it wasn’t quite there. Next time I’ll do better.


Mostly packed for my overnight shift. Pardon me while I jump off the roof.
The guitar was played tonight. Slight mental health improvement. Every little bit helps.

The weather is holding!
