October 31st, 2023

A little late for the full moon, but still in the window. I got over 8 hours sleep last night – a rarity. Rare that I go to bed earlier than my target time.

Fall is mostly over. It’s been a prolonged fall – long-lasting color. It’s been really nice. So many words in the English language and I wrote ‘nice’ – it’s a fine word though. So many words and I wrote ‘fine’…

I’m reading less these days. I’m on my second romance novel. This one is really good – The Kingmaker by Kennedy Ryan. I saw an interview of her yesterday – she’s a smart cookie, and she does a lot of research to write her novels, which is really cool. She builds sexual tension well. I read another book called ‘The Mountain Between Us’ – it was the guy’s first or second novel, and it showed. Pacing was terrible, and the dialogue was literally unbelievable, and the scenario was hard to believe too. It’s one thing if you’re writing fantasy – then there are no rules as to what can happen. But if you’re not writing fantasy, then your book has got to be believable.

Cold water is at 61 degrees now. Makes for a pretty frigid shower. Doing the sandwich method – cold then hot then cold.

Going to play pickleball shortly in the new dome. So far, no heat, and it’s 35 degrees outside – I’m dressed to go.

It’s been nearly impossible for me to record music lately – after I screwed up and used the ‘line’ instead of the ‘instrument’ input a couple months ago, I was dejected. Yesterday, the damn G string could not be tuned on my strat. Weird, and annoying, and deters me from trying even more. That’s the problem when you do so many styles – it’s not just plug and play. You’ve got lots of things to figure out for each song you do.

A couple things.

Philosophy means nothing when you ignore your responsibilities. If you have great ideas, they don’t matter until you’ve made your bed and cleaned the dishes. It doesn’t matter how enlightened your philosophy is if you’ve got a stinky beard.

The only important question really is: how are you? Chuck may have cancer. Chuck may not give a crap that he has cancer. Laurie may have won the lottery. Laurie may still be depressed. Cancer, lottery…doesn’t matter. Whatever is happening doesn’t necessarily mean a whole lot. We can’t judge how well a person is doing by what’s happening. People in a firezone are certainly under distress, but if they’re all together, maybe they’re doing better than a miserable dude in a cubical dealing with miserable customers all day.

That’s the best I’ve got at the moment. I need to take a nap. If you fall asleep on the sofa, it’s a catnap, if you fall asleep on the toilet, it’s a crapnap.