Nasty cold, slept for about 14 hours, blech.

Didn't get funny little part time job I'd been in the process of applying for since January, double blech.

Should be doing QA, instead, going to watch TV & maybe fall asleep.

Just watched Marwencol with L., really affecting, so many strange echoes of poor dead Patrick. & in Kingston, where the kid is working next year. All very odd, parallel universe stuff. Beautiful photography, wish we could buy some.

Dejah Thoris & her time machine, red planet, take me home.

Been playing so much music, more practice tomorrow, more show Tuesday, feeling a little otherworldly, it's nice. Wish we had a tour planned, wish I had enough of an idea what I was doing with my time to plan a tour.

,,,

Part of playing so much is ending up staying up really late, like old times.

Maybe another hibiscus spritzer, more scifi TV.

Interview this afternoon, not actually nervous about it, nonetheless feel as though I am.

Been thinking about fruity drinks a lot lately. Aguas frescas, etc. Woke up early thanks to above-mentioned nervous-without-actually-being-nervous state. Bit cold in the house, dogs are snuggled up to each other.

3 shows within a week, must be some kind of record.

Yard work.

Got back extra late last night from lamish gig in Everett, fun hanging out with band & playing anyway.

Just scraped my arm on our broken bulkhead, guy coming by Monday to give estimate on new bulkhead, porch repair, etc.

Work work is slowly building up, hurray?

So, L's brother died Tuesday, sweet guy.

About to go to Springfield to upgrade a neglected server.

Ah, spring.

Dire news from the northern frontier, crap.

Otherwise, working, playing music, listening to music, working, playing music, really fun & chaotic Chinese restaurant opening in Worcester Friday.

So, party all the time, basically.

Slow reentry, work's piling up, suppose that's a good thing, a little thick headed. Mostly want to be drinking fruit punch and sleeping.

Great taco party over at JD & Sarah's place last night, I had more tamales than tacos, flor de jamaica, chips and dips.

L's down in Northampton at a board meeting, meeting her down there later for some music. Meeting, meeting, bo beating, banana fana fo feeting, me my mo eating, meeting.

Now, what am I eating?

Woke up early for some reason. Probably because I'm heading back tomorrow. Made a reservation for Peretz & myself in Chambersburg.

Stuffy head. Feel like I just got here, always the way.

Sunny day.

Lots of cookery, bread pudding, stuffed poblanos. My mom's made another cheesecake. Been spending a bunch of time in a food haze, still no bbq.

Also been spending a bunch of time with Chris & Emily. Their new dog Roscoe rocks the party, genuine Boston or no.

Parents have gone somewhere with dogs, drinking coffee. Contractors still not done with the downstairs.

Cherry Blossoms show tomorrow.

Ah, parents and dogs have returned.

New laptop. Very fast. Fixing it up with the this and the that.

Drinking a lot of mango juice. Also, we have cheesecake. Home sweet home.

House is in a bit of disarray from remodeling/repair. Staying in my brother's room, pretty cramped.

Want some nice Mexican.

In Nashville. Just threw a bunch of heavy boxes into dumpster in my folks' driveway.

Got here yesterday, lots of talking and eating, started showing my mom Veronica Mars.

Peretz is enjoying the fenced yard action.

Slowly getting back in the swing.

Making a stew for later. It's gray and cold. Not the stew, that's bubbling away and a deep brown.

Anyway.

Just went out for a smoke to find a drunk guy collapsed in front of the neighbors'. His birthday apparently, also Irish. Had to walk him home, tell his confused wife about his broken finger.

Happy Saint Pat's!

Back from vacation, and boy, what a weird one, spent a bunch of it really, really sick, broke a tooth, honestly, WTF?

Still tropical paradise wins out, even lying flat out sick, listening to the magical birds. Not as much swimming, weird foods as I'd have liked, but still plenty swimming, weird foods. Charming yard geckos.

The beauty of the beaches in Kailua would be difficult to overstate. Green-covered volcanic curtains everywhere, cloud-topped.

Flight back, nightmare of stress positions and dry, dry air. A bit surprising that when they came around with water, they didn't tilt my head back and pour it up my nose to make the experience complete. Feeling the effects today, still, great to home with the pups.

At T's house across from Ocean Beach, high surf advisory, stormy.

Last night, really yummy Mexican, chile verde burrito, etc. Hanging out with Peter's tiny dog & giant massage chair. Really interesting to be in SF, been a while.

Later, buffalo burgers, who knows what else.

Flight out somewhat torturous, massage chair helped.

Another stiff day, listening to stiff music. May go sing on the radio late this evening, if we can get it together.

New camera drifting nearer, maybe it'll be inspirational, been feeling a bit sedate, if not sedated.

Peretz wants loco moco. Pickles won't stop talking Banzai Pipeline and his amazing trick jumps. Haven't the heart.

English muffin with cottage cheese, mutsu apple. It's how we roll.

Roof cleaners came and knocked snow/ice from side & porch roofs, top of the roof remains uncleared due to expense & the task requiring a "man-lift." Cleared away an awful lot of slush and such from the front walk and driveway.

Want to be splishing in ocean waves.

Whee, singing about being a little dumpling on my way to the sea on the frozen Connecticut, then ice storm ice storm ice storm.

Cleanup today made much easier by L's thoughtful seeding of the walk with salty dirt yesterday, just cleared icy snow fallen from our north-facing roof from the neighbor's drive, solid citizen.

Dogs just got their first walk in 24 hours, Peretz says, "About time, bitch!" That's city living for you.

Happy Groundhog Day, everybody. Pretty sure the local groundhogs are all sensibly below ground.

Enjoying the ridiculous quantities of snow, despite inconvenience, work, what have you.

Should take Peretz for a walk.

Getting ready for snow tunneling, Peretz wants his walk, damn it.

Outside, a lovely blur.

Tropical breezes beckon.