Morning Composure

I’m in a self-imposed recovery stint. Not preaching about it. I used to do most of my work at night, over a beer or two. Nope, no more… now it’s mornings, and my playing feels stiff while I’m re-adjusting. But I need to do this, even though I’m already dreaming about the holidays…. a good beer… some Currywurst… Oh. My. God!!

Until then, I’m going to be working on my “To Do” list feverishly. And I apologize if I’m “Flaky” it’s just a side-effect of the pandemic on me. Hope you’re coping better than I am.

H’s Bionic Beaver (that’s a computer reference!)