Enforced time indoors gives one time to reflect. On life, left turns where there should have been a right, words spoken in haste, dear friends who have slipped away and are beyond reach, the passage of time and the inability to stop it or even slow it down a little.
Having dealt with stuff many years go, now I mostly pace around, hunched and blowing my nose (I’ll have a head to head test coming up soon; Kleenex V OwnBrand tissue, both are lightweight…).
I also start dismantling things that work perfectly well in an attempt to improve them. I took all the cordlocks off of a waterproof jacket and put fatter ones on to make it easier to work with gloves, but the bigger bodies just jammed the cords in all the entry points and I had to change them back.
I now have a rolltop rucksack when yesterday it had a very useful lid attached.
There’s a very good chance I’m going to dismantle another guitar.
It could be this cold, the consequently elevated chocolate intake and temperature, the sneezing and coughing that derails each rational thought just as it’s pulling into the station. I don’t know.
It’s bursting my head whatever. I’ve got things to do and sitting in the bastard house isn’t high on the list.