Okay, so I've been waiting a little to see if anything worth writing about came up. And it turns out that everything I was tempted to write about was the subject of one pity party or another.
So, to get it out of my system, here's a pity party in brief: it's cold here, really really cold, and St. Paul is not the best about plowing streets. It snows every other day. And it's really really cold. My job is good but getting extremely stressful. I am angry that I get stressed out about real estate appraisals. Who the fuck cares? Not I. But I do, in some little way, because that's my job. I hate traffic. It shouldn't take me 50 minutes to go 10 miles just because it is cold outside. And the last of my blows, my destiny as a crazy cat lady has been put on hold because my faithful companion Milo is stuck on the west coast due to SNOW! Snow and I used to get along, we used to be chums. Now it seems that snow is doing its damndest to irk me, and it's definitely working. And yes, I realize that ranting about a cat is a little beyond normal, but I miss him dearly.
Now, for the good...I am playing more, and mysteriously keep getting gigs, for which I am extremely grateful to the friends who keep throwing them to me. I haven't practiced in weeks, but I'm finally getting comfortable with this life again, so I'm not going to press the issue. I think I might like it here.
And finally, the best news of all. The people at my local coffee shop recognize me. They sometimes know what I'm going to order, and they know not to put a java-jacket on my to-go cup because I always bring my own. Life is in the smallest details.
Thank you for perusing. Next time: something not about me.