
Saddest Kitty Ever


Lights out, good night.

Someone is going to have a bad day tomorrow.

Someone is going to….The Vet.
Jen found some Rob sized masks that are big enough to cover my chin. Thanks, Jen!

Our neighborhood Starbucks is gone. I don’t drink coffee but it was our go-to Craigslist sales transaction meeting place. I don’t know what the new thing is. I hope quarantine ends someday so that we can find out.


We are donating to the Democratic Party in Wisconsin quite a bit. These reunion things are fun.
I’ve only played one guitar, my Gibson ES-335 Pro, since May. That changed tonight. Tonight, the #1 came back. The Gibson Les Paul Custom. It actually felt strange and took a little while getting into the groove. I put leads on three songs. Kinda weak. Pretty repetitive. Oh well.
The good thing is, the Les Paul and the new Black Lives Matter pedal got to play together a little. Also, it was the first time the Les Paul and the AC15 played together too. They all sounded happy. They all got along. More to come.


Dad’s appointment is over. I tried to do a chore for my sister but it wasn’t happening. I’ve been trying to keep up with the 30 minutes of exercise each day but my legs are so sore that walking is like dragging great big hunks of size 15 lead. I tried to setup a dehumidifier in the cellar but step one of the setup instructions says to leave the unit out of the box for 24 hours. Okay then.
Oh yeah, and I put new strings on my Les Paul. Three months of only playing the ES-335 are done… for now.