As of 20 minutes ago, all of the rhythm guitar parts are done for what is passing for an October album in a month this month. I’ve got four songs with vocals (barely) and six to go. Two of the songs already have lead guitars too. Sort of. I guess.
Patches looks bummed out. I think she’s fed up with the constant pictures.
Pout, babie. Pout.
My work desk has seen some changes, and more are coming.
If she were bigger she’s be a panther. Seriously.
We just paused our binge of Schitt$ Creek so Jen could make a snack so I took a photo of peanuts because quarantine has turned my brain to guacamole.
Two nights ago I wrote about how my Apple AirPods charger case magically disappeared forever by diving out of my hand and flying under the bed where it escaped into Narnia never to be seen again.
Well that was then, and this is now….
Take that, infinite unknown.
The Queen of the jungle lords over all she surveys.
And by Queen of the jungle I mean Queen of the back of the couch.