Life sucks when you wake up at 5:30 in the morning with a nail stuck through your throat. Well, life would REALLY suck if it were, in fact, an actual nail. But I’m sure most of you realize I mean it in the figurative sense.
Took today off because I am ILL prepared to catch a cold, what this being 7 days before my next show. So, I’d rather eat a sick day (which it turns out is just why they call them that!) and sleep in.
And sleep in I did. I woke up at 9:30 to go to the bathroom, and did not wake up again til just after Noon. WOW, I haven’t done THAT in ages!
Got up, and have for the most part been lazying about. But I’m quietly comforted by the fact that I think I may have gotten to this early enough that it won’t blossom in to full blown. Wish me luck on that.
I have a lot of little things to do this weekend. But what bums me out is I wanted to beging warming up my voice to prepare for this show and won’t be able to til the “throat’s coast is clear.”
By the way, thanks to all who came by the message board hang last Wednesday, it ended up being a pretty busy one. Almost up to 200 members of the board. And of course, you just KNOW I’m going to letcha know when it hits 200.
Finished the flyer for the upcoming acoustic performance at the Room 5. I’m also working on some updates to the site which should please those of you who like the little things in life.
It’s funny, you know: I want more time. I just want more time to do things. I have so much in my head. So much that I want to “output.” And I don’t have enough time. It’s frustrating sometimes, as I wish I could set aside time to do some writing, set aside to finish the 3rd F.O.C. Cover song, but I have all these other little things taking up the space, taking up the time. I’ll get to it, i know; but for now the little things can drive me batty.
Since I’m a little sick today, I think I’ll clean up my studio area. Stuff that’s been waiting to be filed away in the ol’ filing cabinet. That should help me focus: cleaning and putting all this stuff away.
Also, a sad note regarding the gentleman named Isaak, who I painted a few years ago. He’s a holocaust survivor and used to be my neighbor. If you go to my art section you can see the painting I did of him. Well, they just discovered his wife has cancer. She’s 78, not a surgical candidate, so they are going to do chemotherapy as a way to buy maybe 5 more years of quality life.
It’s tough because she keeps him in line; I can’t imagine what he’ll do. He sounded sad on the phone, masking as much as he could being that he is a proud man. But there are some things you can’t hide.
So, keep your prayers and thoughts focused on a man I am grateful to call my friend, that his wife recovers speedily from the dreadful chemo.
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