More apocalypse, less angst
I’m having a hard time getting down to work this morning – fuzzy-headed from staying out too late last night, clicking through Internet pages rapidly looking for inspiration of some sort. Goddamn if things didn’t end up exactly the same as they started. Not… Continue Reading “A non-working kindof day.”
Fingertips sore this morning from playing the guitar and the fiddle for the first time in moons yesterday – the pads of the left hand, the fingering digits, strings cutting black lines into calluses eventually but I’ve got to work my way back up… Continue Reading “Soundly emerging.”
I just hate coming back to work after a week out of the office. Hundreds of emails, the to-do list I didn’t finish before taking off, a nagging sense something will get forgotten in the week ahead of catching up. All that, and it… Continue Reading “Bits and pieces.”