What a Strange Animal We Are

I’m working on a film or a 2xLP of music. I’m leaning towards the music – I want to do it with a collaborator (preferably my GF) and I don’t think she has the patience (nor do I) for figuring out how to shoot a nice-looking film on my Samsung 23 Plus Ultra that I’ll probably have by then. A friend of mine – I was showing him my little Samsung tricks on my phone, my GIFs – and he seemed impressed at the speed and casual vibe I maintained while doing phone things in public, at a bar in a circle of strangers.

The new title for my blog – it’s so perfect. I’m in one of those blackout rooms – our son’s nursery – well, let me explain. Someone stayed here for a few days and she had an awful lot of energy so she made a lot of modifications to the nursery slash (/) office – I use the terms interchangeably and the baby just can’t stand it. He’s doing well, teething and starting to figure out the very basics of speech, I think. I hope, I guess. I want to go to the bar tonight, and I think I will. I look up at the Ubuntu clock and it says 18:42. Eugh. What is that. 6? I may go around nine (9). I need to spend time with the child and the baby – harhar – I need to stretch my legs. I’ve been having terrible, italicized pain in my knees, ankles and shins. No clue why, hard to find anyone who cares.

Let’s see – what else is new. Anything fun? Not really. A lot of Clint Eastwood movies, mystery novels. Not enough blogging. I get very sweaty when I start doing it now – what’s up with that?