Today was exhausting. Utterly. Fucking. Exhausting.
With E home on a rare Saturday morning, due to her placement exams at Berkeley, Bug went out to get our free comics (it was Free Comic Book Day) and then we had late bagels. In the unquestioned highlight of the day, she gave me the three vintage Gormenghast paperbacks I've been coveting for years. (She does things like this sometimes, which makes me feel weird, but I often accept the gift.)
It was a quiet afternoon. Then it wasn't a quiet afternoon. I can't write about that part here.
Eventually I got ready for the evening's gig at the 'Seed. Attendance was low, again. The Muse came late. My shoulder flared up so bad I had to take a song off. Bug actually came up and closed the show with the bowl (reprising the duet her & BA recorded for Womb Sessions 2.0) and her one note performance was shattering to me, laying bare how my too many notes approach is just a mask.
The Muse actually kind of yelled at me after the show, which makes our decision to go out to dinner kind of strange. Maybe the universe was watching out for us, though, when she got pulled over for a tail light being out, and we called the evening off. Bug actually circled back & picked me up on Rt. 23, we stopped for a burger, and came home.
I know I'm dancing around things in this entry. I'm sorry. But sometimes, you just have to keep secrets.
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