I am currently typing sideways so I can see the screen due to a migraine, but I’m going to go jump in the tub with some Epsom salts and just take it easy this morning. I had a feeling that my aura of impending doom was just my brain chemistry and not anything external.
Today I will do laundry and work some more on Buy me a Beer and Happy Feet, which I am grimly determined to learn how to play, despite the fact it has forty bazillion chords and the version I have was kitted out for banjo, not mandolin (hint, hint). I can has F9? Cm? A flat minor 7th? urgh. Screen is filling up with a multicoloured flashing rainbow dragon. Time to go run that bath and think happy, happy thoughts, like maybe Katie or Keith will come over today.
Mmmm, Cm is the most delicious of all banjo chords.