Today, I was supposed to drive 90 kilometres and record some vocals for a new project of funk music. But I woke up with a needle stabbing me intermittantly in my right ear. And a croaky throat. And a sinusitis. So it will have to wait...
I'm wrapped up in a blanket in front of one of those bloody wood stoves, with the television mumbling in the background. Every so often, I get up and attack the piano, because there is no one at home to suffer from my efforts to learn a nasty set of jazz chords for my workshop next Friday.
There is something rather delightful about succumbing to a non life threatening illness. Non essential tasks have ceased to bother me. I shall be floating upstairs to try and sleep it off in a minute. Like other self employed people, I am never ill. We cant afford it. I have to be recovered by Tuesday then...
Good, that gives me time to look at your blogs.
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