Pulled pork and Bottesini

Six hours again!

 
Oh happy day!

 
Evening calories: pulled pork sandwich and coleslaw. Coleslaw makes me so happy.

 
Talking with a friend who has an ABF truck to unload. Time Warp to when RantWoman opened the bulkhead for RantMom’s ABF truck.

 
Trying to computer but got started kind of late: comedy videos and Rinat Ibragimov of London Symphony doing gorgeous double bass stuff have a lot to recommend them. The double bass stuff is tender toward RantBrother saying he was having trouble playing his bass before he got assigned the name of a very rare rheumatological condition. It also is in appreciation of all that RantBrother was able to do to help RantMom load the ABF truck to move out here. In appreciation of RantBrother and the phrase “They’re trying to kill me” attached to multiple childhood medical events. One of the early “they’re trying to kill me” moments was a week in the hospital out of town having eye surgery with NO parents around. Oh, OWWW. Dear parents, HOW COULD YOU? But bless the Orange one’s heart for opening that well of rage and grief with the monstrous policies on the border.

 
Yeah, there is overwhelm and procrastinating.

 
Message in worship: try starting from the other end of the first piece with the coat hanger loop. Sure. I WILL get my canes restrung but I need thinner cord.

 
I WILL get my floor mopped.

 
Going to bed at 3 am, not so much and falling asleep before I even turn the talking book player on.

 
Wild and crazy.

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