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All right-time to call this. Been one of those cycles-not unusual over Christmas. So tired of politics and crazy people. That includes the orange menace. At least the major part will be over in a few weeks. And legislation will get moved forward.
Friday evening (12/4). Time for bed. Sat. noon. Sat night, Sun. night. Monday morning. Monday evening. Tuesday morning-maybe I’ll write something today. Tuesday afternoon-no time yet. Wednesday evening. Thursday morning-so tired. Thursday evening-one of these days I’ll do this.
Ok, later Thursday. Doing a long-term photo cull, so time for a break. Same ‘ol-work, not work. My Gecho got shipped. Shopping, taking S to school. Not much else. Been chilly, not working out. Christmas is coming-E is shopping. Got a tree and a blow-up Santa for the back. Keeping the house tidy-vacuumed, bagging the budget. Doing my laundry and towels only.
Late Friday night-stayed up watching robot fighting and film clips. Pizza for dinner. Got all the work stuff done. Picked up M and got coffee. So, so exciting.
Next Friday. Pretty quiet week-running up to Christmas. Boat racing is back. Got my Gecho-it’s tiny and adorable-going to treat it as a Christmas gift to myself. Really need a case for my Kronos, but only when we move or I gig with it… Not much over last weekend-lazy, shop. Some stuff to do this weekend. Had a full night on the mask-kept waking up and going back to sleep. Not easy, this. Got some Ouzo, M got peppermint schnapps. And the electoral college confirmed Biden-no surprise there, but a lot of hoopla over an utterly boring and predictable thing. Next is the Congress approval. Again, utterly boring and predictable, except for this time. That and the cv-19 vaccine is out-I need to get a flu shot first.
Sunday evening. Time for closing up shop. Another typical weekend-tidied, cleaned on Sat. (with music and landscape videos), shop Sun.-got some nice wine. Running up to Christmas. Put up a huge chime E got. Talked to Mom. Binged some Rick & Morty last night. Slept in.
And now it’s New Year’s Day. Sat and shifted pictures. Mom called this morning. Short on the mask-half asleep and didn’t get the time right-3 days to go until the 10th. Christmas was fine-we did the binz thing with M, off Thursday and Friday, work is fine-got a free day. Not much else-it’s been wet and cold. We didn’t do menus and I haven’t done budget. Next 2 weeks are super short. Got a new phone, gave S mine. Failed to get a good backup, had to reinstall everything.
Nothing changes on New Year’s Day.
Saturday afternoon. Time to call this. Lazy day-still in pj’s, made rice late, slept in. Swept the kitchen, put away dishes. Bathrooms, then vacuum? Or laundry. E’s been bingeing Yellowstone-basically Dallasty with cows.
Thursday, late morning. Noon. Didn’t call it. Sort of busy working. Been pretty quiet here, not so much elsewhere. This is the odd part-most of the country/world is pretty quiet, but there are places that aren’t. At least one more ceremonial task is done. Again, a normally boring, utterly routine part of the transfer of power has been made exciting by morons and troublemakers. I’ll be glad when this is over. At least Georgia came through, so there’s a chance legislation will get a chance.
Tidied and vacuumed, cleaned up some over the weekend. Watched some of Up In Smoke last night. Earache My Eye is still a classic bit. I only heard the coda, called “Turn That Thing Down“, a few years ago-pretty decent, if you like that style-it’s all Hendrix-y, phased and dive-bombs.
And I didn’t mention that Eddie Van Halen died when it happened. Yeah, sad, but not a surprise-it’s been quite a year for rock stars dying. I loved the music of the DLR era-saw them open for Black Sabbath in Cleveland, but never got into learning the guitar style-he was a master of the fill, overshadowed by all the flashy stuff.
Not so bright: don’t even want to go there (especially now).
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