It's Tuesday, isn't it?

Playing / fighting with new gear

While messing with the new speakers last weekend I managed to screw up the mic input and the speaker output on my laptop,  Two for the price of one, today only!  So I bought a new cordless headset at a local Office Max on Monday and gave it its first serious outing today.  Sparing you the technical and obscene language, it works although the combination of its sleak finish and my new crewcut means I have to keep my head still while using it or it falls off.
I got here with two work problems to deal with.  Number one finished testing and packaging part A today and gets packaged as a fix tomorrow for them as don't want to update the entire package.  Number 2 looks a lot trickier - I am failing to find a record in a file with thousands of records and preliminary investigations reveal that it really isn't there.  And that raises all sorts of questions, mostly variations on "Why not?" and "Then why are you looking for it?"

Sea air and healthyish eating seem to be agreeing with me - I fall into bed at about 9:30 and remain comatose until 6:30.  Must get some nice sunrise photos.  I've no way of measuring coffee for the pot so I eyeball it with reasonable success.  And I can top it up with cow juice until it's drinkable.  I've written a shopping list for tomorrow that should feed me for the rest of the week.  I expect a personal Thank You letter from the manager of Kroger for keeping the place afloat.

My Frankenbot is nearing Phase 1 completion - I hope to drive it round the apartment tomorrow once I've programmed it to refuse to bang into anything.  Right now it is four chunks which may or may not fit together - I tend to lose count of how many holes it is from the end of part X to the start of part Y.  It's my last official workday of the week and, as I usually quit on Wednesday, I will naturally think that tomorrow is Wednesday.  (I missed my weekly meeting with my manager this morning because I thought it was Tuesday).

It's been a long time since my classical guitar came out of its case and I promised myself that I would play it for an hour a day.  The new strings sound really good which is more than I can say for my playing.  I've also discovered that some of the things I play from memory come to a horrible and sudden halt and when I look at the music I discover that I've been playing them wrong (aka extemporising) for years.  You may get a partial refund on your ticket at the box office.
9 o'clock and it feels like bedtime.  Who am I to argue?

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  1. HRCJanuary 17, 2022 at 12:28 AM

    Maybe extemporaneous is better than the legit.
    Enjoy playing by yourself, as your band mates are doing here. Our fearless leader has caught the Covid and is out of commission for the time being.
    Hope your drugs arrived!

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