January 24th, 2021. This one goes here…
It’s a slow Sunday. I’ve occupied myself. I’ve created a pedal board MESS that may or may not be what I want it to be, I’ve done a lot of
January 21st, 2021. Nothin’ much.
I’m trying to get back into the swing of transferring the Journal again. It’s a LOT of work but I think I’ve fallen off the wagon for perhaps almost a
January 16th, 2021. Baltimore, MD.
I needed to get out. Fortunately convinced Kristen it was time to get out. We got out. We just drove and drove and drove. Took straight routes. Frederick turns into
January 14th, 2021. Something in the Way.
Wednesday was a roller coaster. I woke up and had a luxuriantly hot shower, came downstairs and fed the cat, made a rob omelet for breakfast and then broke. Suddenly
January 7th, 2020. The Day After.
<begin rant> Hey America. What was that? “Happy New Year! Here’s an insurrection put down with a velvet glove! Come back in a couple of weeks for an extra edition
January 1st, 2021. Happy New Year’s Eve.
New Year’s Eve was fun. Strange. Odd. Moody. Personally, I spent about 8 hours sitting in front of my computer running First Night Winchester which was at FIRST extremely stressful
January 1st, 2021. Happy New Year.
As a young spoiled American kid I didn’t appreciate America though really I don’t think that anyone can, without context, truly appreciate their environment. Fish have no word for water