Take A Deep Breath

I few months ago I heard Ron play a guitar solo that sounded like the photograph above. You can't capture that kind of moment, even if you are recording it- but it sticks with you.
Tonight I was feelin' kinda down and Ron called . Good timing.
I got to tell him about that solo and how absolutely fucking perfect it was.
I'd been meaning to mention it for a while- I was glad I got a chance to tell him about it.
Usually I'm telling him how sick I am of having to hear him play all the time, so my compliment took us both by surprise.

I've been playing guitar again. I can play for about 45 minutes before my left arm gets a little wiggy. This is good news- a few years ago I was told I might lose that arm entirely but it's fine today. Just takes a while to get the strength back-gotta practice more. It'll get better over time.

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I got home today and realized that half my key-chain was missing. The half with my house key on it. Bummer.
I drove to work today, so I drove back and my keys were right there on the ground where I'd parked. Yeah!

When I finally got home my computer told me it was initializing a memory dump. I don't know what that is, but it wouldn't respond to any commands. It shut down.
I turned it on.
Nothing.
Off.
On.
Nothing.
This my only computer-fixing trick.
One more time.
It works. Everything seems OK. No virus found.
My alarm clock is blinking. Must have been a power surge or something.

Everything seems rational and easy to deal with. I got some small bit of bad news from Ron that I'll have to deal with shortly, but it's nothing major.

I don't know why I was so freaked out earlier- outside of my Workbox things don't seem so bad.
I think they pump some sort of mild psychedelic drug into our vent system and it's triggering acid flashbacks. This is one of the sanest thoughts I had at work today.

Tomorrow I'll try not to think until after 5:30. It's a lot better that way.