March 2nd, 2022. Good morning.
There is mist coming off the pond in the backyard, there’s not a cloud in the sky out front. The temperature has dropped to a brisk 60-somethin’ today which prickles,
February 28th, 2022. A … dream.
I had a nightmare that I’d taken over FocusMusic. Herb, the current president, had retired and was passing the reins unto me and there was a lot more to it
February 27th, 2022. Not too sunny.
It’s a gloomy morning. The first we’ve had since leaving home, and the news matches the skies as I read that Putin’s readied his nuclear “deterrent” forces. I read that
February 26th, 2022.
Slowly I think things are getting better with Kristen’s father. He’s absolutely got certain types of untreatable pain, but a LOT of it is when he’s down he can’t remember
February 20th, 2022.
Bad morning. A friend’s got COVID and not the easy kind… a friend’s friend’s wife just died and then the friend’s friend (both known faces from the local music scene)
February 15th, 2020. Gone South.
Comparisons are hard. And constant. And in today’s world of social media, more and more frequent. FOMO and jealousy, envy, one whole cardinal sin massively bloated by something that now