It’s good to be home. You wouldn’t know it maybe, not from
the outside, but the sheer Loveliness of not packing up every night – though I know
it’ll wear off soon enough and I’ll once again hanker for the road, at the moment
I’m definitely enjoying sitting in the sun, ignoring the cat, typing to myself.
Well, you know how it is – we’ve been away so the first step is to rebuild trust with the c- oh, actually I think we’re good. Never mind.
Monday night and Tuesday morning – rather than hang out for
another night in Pittsburgh we decided to drive home. We knew that was the
plan, and in hindsight it was definitely the RIGHT plan, but probably around 2
in the morning I think we were all kind of wondering WHAT it was that we were
doing. Just hurtling homeward, excited about the idea of spending the night in
our OWN beds.
We got home at around 3am, and then it took a half hour to
unload in the dark, and then it took another half hour to get settled. And then
the cat was whiny. Grateful to see us, certainly, but I got the impression he
didn’t want us to think he was TOO happy to see us… all-in-all I don’t think I
was really ready to bed down till dawn and so I didn’t gripe too much when a
couple of hours later I received a text letting me know that my Tuesday night
plans had been canceled.
Don’t judge – me and Mosno and his friend Gela have been
getting together to play Magic. Through a Series of Unfortunate Events, Tuesday
night got canceled and I definitely sighed a great sigh of relief. I got up
around noon, did laundry, chased the cat, caught up on some clerical work,
teased the cat, went food shopping, came home and pet the cat.
Wednesday it was back to work, going out to Damascus to
record singer/songwriter Dan Kenny. Interesting writer with a very classic folk
bent, he’s got songs about going to war on his horse and he sounds like he
means it. Great tunes, and I got some great footage. I have yet to get the
go-ahead to move on with any mixing, but I expect that’ll be one of my next
projects.
Thursday, Friday, today – more of the same. The puttering
and sputtering of working from home, making the house feel like home again. Not
moving. Rain and sunshine and hail and sunshine. There’s a pain in my right
shoulder that implies that I’m doing SOMETHING wrong, but I can’t figure out
exactly what. It’s probably a cue to take another computer hiatus, but since we
just got BACK I’ve BEEN on a computer hiatus and I’m not quite sure what to
make of it. The only thing I’ve been doing different with my time is painting –
and this is a right-sided pain and I’ve been painting left-handed, so – so I
just don’t know.
Getting old I guess.
Just getting old.
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