Early morning footsteps echo through the shop as I make my way in the dark. I hope I remember where everything was - I hate starting the day with a barked shin bone. One of these days I will put a light switch by the side door so I don't have to go through this crap every morning.
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Every morning. Well, most mornings. Things have been a little slow around here as of late. It isn't so much that real life has reared its head as I found that I had a need to search one out. Much to my chagrin, I keep waking up alive, and not knowing how long this condition is going to last I've decided to try to do a little better about making use of the time.
For some reason the verses in the Bible concerning servants who've made little of what was given them keeps clattering around in my head. There is the music, the writing, and the system analysis. Perhaps the ability to engender trust, and to lead. Those are my own (hopefully) objective, personal observations, things that I feel I am accountable for, and in some fashion will be held accountable at some time.
So, off I have gone to practice my guitar. Lots. And organize my guitar collection. And my repretoire.
The writing. I still ponder that. I have trouble with the idea of "Just write" - I seem to need a purpose, and a deadline. Without either, I sit and ponder... but I know I need to do something about it, so I sit and ponder it a lot.
And there is my health. Mostly I figure it is on its own. My thoughts have been that health concerns are for those who wish to stick around. Since my wife died, my desire to continue with this portion of eternity has evaporated. Now that is a piss-poor attitude at best. But it occurs that there are things like quality of life, and not being a burden to my already over-burdened daughter. So I acquiesce - and am searching out exercise in the fresh air - golf, yard chores... those sorts of things. Jogging and lifting weights is most definitely not in my future.
However, I have found that T-totaling in any fashion doesn't fit me well. Fanaticism irks me. So there is Forza time. Just not as much.
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...so this morning I make my way to the office, and squint my eyes against the flourescent lights. Dusty. Rinse out the coffee pot and get a pot started. Holy hell, look at the mail that is stacked on my desk. Time to take care of some of the correspondense...

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