Lifeblood

I’m getting to the point where I think I might actually have this running through my veins.

Tracking is Done

All of the tracking for all 10 songs is done! Sweet.

It just occurred to me that if I mix the last six songs tonight I will have finished March in the same amount of time as February. Yeah, I am losing it a little.

Shout it From the Rooftops

Shout it from the rooftops, the March Music vocals are done (poorly)!

Every single song could realistically be titled Shelter in Place.

M&M’s

Quarantine game night munchies.

New Desk Day

Dig Jen’s new desk and the cause of Rob’s sore back. WOOHOO!

The Stir Crazy Files – Episode 9

I mentioned in one of my psychotic, depressed rants yesterday that we are trying to give ourselves the illusion that we have control over at least some parts of the current situation. Deluded? Yeah, probably.

One thing we are doing to exert control over the universe is making the bed every morning. Neither Jen nor I are the kind of people who worry about making the bed every day. In the current circumstance though? Yeah, we’re making the bed every morning. Control what you can. Forget about all the rest.

Risky Behavior

I did two crazy things this morning and it’s still not even time to punch in to work.

I left the house
I recorded myself singing

It was risky behavior, not because I left the house. Sure, I left the house but I never left the car. I never even cracked the windows. No, it was risky behavior because the security guard working at the strip mall whose parking lot I was hiding in buzzed me twice in his mall security mobile. If he had come over to me I would have had to explain what I was doing and boy would that have been embarrassing. I’m glad I avoided that hassle.

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