Greetings, whoever-reads-this! It's a dark and rainy Friday here in Samland. A busy week. Work done on my house all day Monday, half of Tuesday, all day Wednesday, and a little bit yesterday. I had a chance to evacuate the premises, but chose to stay in the house.
Monday and Wednesday, the work started at 7am, which is about 2 hours before I usually get up. So those were crispy days, especially Wednesday. It wasn't all that bad--by this point in life, you've likely seen much worse--but a lot of hammering and Mariachi music. And just these strange presences about the house. No one came inside, but one person gestured that he needed a plug(no English, I guess), so I accommodated him.
I think the toughest part, though, was abstaining from playing my guitar, or playing music from the computer. It seemed to me that they had their working music, their tunes, to help keep them going, and I might mess up the flow for them. So maybe my own flow got blocked a little bit in the process.
So today, I'm feeling the effects of a big week. Not sleep-deprived--got a good 8 hours in last night--but just spent. I can feel my battery starting to recharge, but it's got aways to go.
And that's my news for now. At least my domestic news. Musically, I'm still putting in practice time on the guitar, and taping a playalong or two with me playing along(I guess that's why they call ém playalongs), and just starting to conceptualize yet another recording project. Also hoping to record some brand new stuff, now that things around here are getting back to nermal.
Thanks as ever for stopping in and reading. Much love. More later.
