…and it’s monday
Quarantine, day…um, I don’t remember:
I commented briefly over the weekend, mostly to vent, with polite sorrow, regarding my gigs getting canceled for May. Things will come back around, later rather than sooner, and I, and my many, many musical friends (why not check out some of my many talented friends in the “play list” box to your right, like say Mikey Mason, who just put a new record up for pre-order?) will be back on stage again, but that’s not now.
So be it. It’s what we gotta do, and we’re all doing out best to cope.
The rest of my weekend was quiet, of course, apart from the storms passing through the mid-Atlantic, with thunder, lightning, hail, and falling trees (we got hit Friday, my friends in the Carolinas got hammered harder on Saturday). Otherwise, we largely held off the depressive feelings by trying to keep busy. We played some games, I cooked a duck (and fed roast duck liver to my cats, because I’m fancy like that) for Saturday dinner, and we did our part to #supportourlocal by ordering takeout from one of our favorite local food trucks, Thai Won On on Sunday afternoon.
Drunken noodles are delicious and good for the soul; taking disinfectants internally is neither. Hang in there, folks.
