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.

Not enough sleep, but plenty of fruits and vegetables.

Listening to some pleasant guitar playing now. Earlier, disassembled woodpile, arranged on tarp to dry, installed additional ram in ~70 castoff Dell towers intended for the poor, computerless masses.

Sacred Harp is next.

So, yesterday, L. had gone to NYC for arty party.  Went over to Turners to see soapbox derby & check out Salvadoran pizza/burrito place Neil told me about the night before.

Ended up chatting with our carpenter more than watching race, pizza/burrito place seemed to have died quietly.  Got a little job moving some data around, came home & did that, then went out to get some fast food Chinese, egg roll, mei fun.

The egg roll, particularly, brought back post-Bar-Mitzvah money in the pocket, bought a lot of fast food egg rolls with that, those & kung pao chicken.

Anyway, mediocre but tasty Chinese, cheap, great.  We're living in the Land of Cockaigne, apart from the stupid venal murderous assholes dotting the landscape, of course.

L's on the island.  Just shared burgers & sourdough with the pups.

Went to tag sale earlier & got some very bright lights.  Going to a show later.

Tomorrow, back & forth to Truro while home repairs commence; Tuesday, work, another show, playing that one.  Wednesday, work, fix computer for charitable organization, check out used Forester for parents.  Thursday, work, perform in Easthampton; Friday, work, perform in Turners.  Work, work, work.

Blood sugar now basically normal.

Wet.

Busy weekend. Purchased salvaged door, orbital sander, sanded door. Trip to New Haven to fetch giant number of weird records, eat pizza. Some recording with a semblance of my band.

Right thumb has sore joints from the sander, a blister from the recording, one day I will think to use a pick.