Not sure exactly what my body or brain thinks is going on as they're not exactly keeping me in the loop, but bed at 3, up at 6 is apparently the new normal, sigh.

Had a very nice dream about a treehouse thanks to the power of suggestion, though.  Where's my damn treehouse and who wants to go cuddle in it?

Going to go do a hardware inventory in Ware in a bit.  Welcome back party for Brett later.  Maybe a nap some time in there.

Sleepy as hell but feeling more or less back to normal.  Had a muffin.

A few weeks ago, Peretz crossed in the threshold into what appears to be basically total blindness, keeps bumping into stuff, he seems to be in good spirits, anyway.

Good friend of good friends hanged himself down by the tracks Friday night, been a weird few days of being more open and honest with people about my feelings than I've been since last I wrote on this thing regularly.  Maybe I should get back to doing this so I can stop doing that, though either way, honestly, is asking for trouble.

Alone Again Or on repeat.  Lather, rinse, repeat.

Finding myself alternately saddened and relieved that my first reaction on hearing of a local suicide is no longer, "Hope Em doesn't get any ideas."  Lots of ways of looking at no longer entirely being yourself.


--Compadre, quiero cambiar
mi caballo por su casa,
mi montura por su espejo,
mi cuchillo per su manta.
Compadre, vengo sangrando,
desde los puertos de Cabra.
--Si yo pudiera, mocito,
este trato se cerraba.
Pero yo ya no soy yo,
ni mi casa es ya mi casa.

Sunday, I bought a bunch of cushions and lighting and got my feet in the sea for the first time this year.

Well, that was weird.  Kind of lost track of winter and spring, here's summer.

Should have a bit more time on my hands, so far that's been going well with the art and stuff.

Strange, agitated, dark, etc., etc.

Mostly want to be playing with synthesizers, lots else going on.

Yesterday, mostly getting rained on while repeatedly performing a 12 second scene, reconsidering calling someone on the phone, past full of regret.  Between performances, rapidly hauling an easy chair back and forth to and from a raised platform.

Lingering cold symptoms made for questionable sleep most of last week.

The temperatures have been highly irregular.

Emerging from a long 60ish hr/wk work fog.  Got some musical instruments with taxes I didn't have to pay, hurray.

Peretz is fairly rapidly seeming much older, hearing and vision have deteriorated to a point where it takes a lot for him to notice something, he has such a hard time with the stairs at night that he often ends up peeing at the top from the strain.  Affable as ever.

Throat itches, oncoming cold or hay fever?

Walking Peretz just now, saw what I'm pretty sure was a sandpiper poking around in the snow, alarmed by our presence, she flew clumsily away, piping.

Wet piles of snow greet March.  Hi, March.

Going to a party in a few, made some pumpkin seed jalapeño dip.  L. made six types of cookies.

Too much work.

Damn cold.  Have a case of the sniffles.

Thinking about process, when things happen, etc.  So much has always happened already, it's hard to sort it out.

Record's about finished, shows coming up.  Weekend trip to Texas soon.

I look over my photographs and it seems like I've been uncannily busy, don't feel like I do much of anything, don't feel like I could if I wanted to.

Anyway, yeah, artistic, critical practice- what's it all about?

Woken earlier than I'd have liked by whining aged dog, poor pup.

Coffee's brewing.  Recycling truck has arrived.

The kid's off for a 2 month US tour, apparently.  Strange, exciting.

Dreamt extensively of time travel.  Kept proving I was from the future by showing people my phone.

Minor Facebook event invite confusion led inexorably to my making Indian dinner party yesterday.  Good times.

Strange dream last night, kept forgetting I wasn't allowed to smoke at a reception in a hotel in another state, eventually looked in a mirror and I had a lot of pairs of socks tied in my hair, then got a New Year's text message regarding charitable giving from an improbable source. Woke to find my watch had stopped.

Nice visit from Peter yesterday, croissant party, computer talk, Smile, out for pizza, etc.

Time for some early morning billing.

The folks seem to have brought the Kountry Kristmas weather along with them, hee haw.

The other night while we were out, Pickles managed to get ahold of a 1/4 of a large pizza, a package of crackers & a bag of xmas cookies off the kitchen table, laid curled in a ball looking sadly off into space.

Russian deliveries proving problematic.

Bit of a cold snap.  Parents are coming for xmas.

Windowless room has become windowed, unpacked a bunch of my stuff into it, bit like moving back to Conz St.  Peretz likes the lime green shag.

Last weekend, played show at partially assembled DIY space, had fries fried in duck fat, yummy.

Yummy, yummy, yummy, I've got love in my tummy.

In Nashville.  Good Mexican food abounds.

Cold, damp & gray.  Peretz is enjoying the fenced yard, being molested by Pepper not so much.

Maybe family-style Ethiopian later.

Work is picking up.

Snoopy balloon!  Snoopy balloon!  It's Peretz's annual big moment.

Macy's Parade, batch processing the same set of documents I've been batch processing these past few weeks.

Peretz says, "Curse you, Red Baron."  Eyes glued to the set.

He & I are off on a whimsical trip to Nashville tomorrow, whee.

Refinanced, thanks, hon.

Lots to too much going on, haven't had a lot to say about it, massive late October storm mostly spared us major chaos apart from adventures with kid & his antique car (rush across blackened countryside to northern CT zombie nightmare mall in gas fume filled Subaru, dangerous onramp breakdown, etc.), work ramping up, trip to Boston for whimsical nun farce & oysters, a couple new fillings this AM, etc., etc.

Poor arthritic Peretz is having trouble mounting the couch.

Banana and a cup of yogurt.  Dan Treacy's in a coma.

Been reading Ilf & Petrov's American Road Trip on & off, nothing too earthshaking, but nice.  Ongoing protests drawing out a lot of extremely hostile and negative thinking, should probably put it to work.

Campfire songs.  Morning chill.

Feels like fall.  Comfort zone, happy place, etc.

Sleepy.

Quick trip to NYC day after tomorrow.

The kid's here visiting, all grown up, Volvo & all.  Fallen through a crack in time.

Rain doesn't stop, want to mow the lawn before it's covered in leaves.  Jandek tonight.

Doing laundry.  Maybe more coffee.