Breakfast accomplished, oven being cleaned, laundry on

A small shop done, and it’s only 9:40.  I am feeling accomplished. But there’s a but hiding in that smug statement.

Honestly, I think I need a twelve step program for my relationship with my room.  It’s a sty.  How can a 51 year old nominally sane woman (there are different views….) come to such a pass?  Cazart!

I do have a large enough garbage bag…. I think.  Time to winnow, hoe, and likewise shovel cruft.

In other news, another good rehearsal.  I was scowling at the drummer, Abby, (who has a cajon, woot!) because she wants me to play the guitar the Same Way Every Time.  What, like a professional?  Blurk….  Gig is tomorrow at two, thirteen hundred block of Commercial, see you there!  Oh, and that’s two-ish, because, like, it’s the Drive, and like, it’s Italian Day.

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Allegra

Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

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