this one to Jan in Toronto
I practiced this morning, that’s a plus, also reprinted the lyrics for Shit’s Fucked Up, because it annoys me that I went to all the trouble to work up an arrangement and can never remember the freaking lyrics.
I am feeling very wretched and frightened of the future, but Mike made soup two months ago and I’m eating it today and it is so very good.
Cold and overcast and miserable here today.
Paul’s out of quarantine.