Online seems so dead and boring, again.
Huzzah! I think we should all celebrate a slightly less crack-like internet. It's taken a lot of work to sanitize my internet activity.
What's the plan with your grandson today?
Post shower.
Working on a couple different kinds of homemade bread with homemade cream cheese, mind as boggled as ever by its quality.
Tried reading a blog entry or two, but nothing's doing it for me. I've read it all before.
And surely what I'm writing, here, isn't worth your time.
Is the great experiment about to end?
The day moves along.
Played with grandson, ran errand for wife, back home to eat, then rest a bit before loading performance equipment in vehicle, then running through all tonight's numbers.
Shouldn't be difficult, being the music world lingua franca, aka the Beatles.
Need to throw a shower in there somewhere along the line as well.
Up from sleep at a reasonable hour.
Today is grandson, then final performance prep, then tonight's performance.
Online seems so dead and boring, again.
But that could be a sort of general "me" malaise.
OH, but WAIT: the burden of thought(s), which can be addressed by standing firm in asking "to whom?" they seem to be occurring, and resting therein instead of traveling, as it were, without at the instantaneous speed of thought.
Online seems so dead and boring, again.
Huzzah! I think we should all celebrate a slightly less crack-like internet. It's taken a lot of work to sanitize my internet activity.
What's the plan with your grandson today?
No plan is the plan - turning attention to whatever, whenever.
But that'll be attenuated on my end due to our having a performance to become ready for. We'll be backing eight separate vocalists, so I've still some rehearsal and notating of music to accomplish. And then there's the usual readying - equipment, dress, etc.
Oh man, the excitement of those years getting into the arts is so fun. It's great to relive through the future generations.