I hadn’t played the guitar since my current contract started. I could have either written today or played the guitar. Well, I can’t play the guitar at work, while with some luck I’ll progress on my latest novel tomorrow morning, turning the otherwise pointless Monday workday into something meaningful at least for me. Although there’s a good chance that the guy I’m covering will simply appear at the office, so I’ll have to turn around and go home. This is my life as a thirty-six-year-old guy who wishes he was either born as a giraffe or not at all.
Anyway, I uploaded the guitar playing session in two parts. I get into it quite a bit, and I sing poorly.