For those not familiar with the term, it is: a cold/flu/covid/plague worse than anything you've had before. If you ask Joan, she had the same thing last week; and while she had it, she cooked, cleaned, rotated the tires on all our vehicles (and that is a lot of work on the bikes), harvested a crop of potatoes and baled hay. And, we don't have a field of potatoes or hay.
Sarcasm? Ya think?
Whatever it is, it knocked me on my ass. Worse today than yesterday. Feels like it is settling in my lungs. I am taking over the counter cold and flu stuff... which tends to make me feel like I'm moving through glue.
After getting kitties fed and sitting up for a bit, I went back to bed. I am told that "sleep helps." Maybe it's a delayed reaction? Joan brought Murphy into the bedroom to lay with me. "This will help relax you." He stayed almost 4 seconds.
When I got up for the second time, Stella was laying on a cat pad on the couch. I sat down next to the pad and put her on my lap. She growled for a couple seconds then settled into a nice purr. I guess Murphy didn't want Stella to have all the attention, so he hopped up and laid down on the pad...
The three of us sat together for a half hour or so. Not sure how Murphy and Stella felt about it, but it sure made me feel better.
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Feel better. Kitty therapy helps. So far we have managed to avoid the crud that is sweeping the state, but it can happen at any time.
Changing channels, the open mic was marginal last night. They had a lot of people show up so we could only play two songs. (We had planned three with an extra on deck if needed). Not really worth the effort of being there and I likely won't bother again.
The kitty therapy definitely helps. And naps. Usually with Murphy beside me. Mostly, it will take some time to get beyond it/
Sorry the open mic wasn't all you hoped it would be. I haven't done a true open mic, just played at a few RV parks where they called it a jam - but turned out to be "you play one, then the next guy plays one, then the next..." Some of the jams have turned out to be just that - several of us playing together. And generally approaching it from completely different genres.
I did not have high expectations for the Open Mic and the low bar was easily met. A true jam can be fun, or a performance, but the OM thing is not my cup of tea anymore. When you have played to a festival crowd of 1,000 people on a big stage more than once, getting a little stage time in a brew pub is a no big deal. I cannot even drink much because it spikes my blood sugar. One beer after playing and I need to take extra insulin. Nope.
Mark has asked me if I want to do an open mic with him and Podge - not high on my hit parade. Mostly because I have no desire to sit in a bar, waiting for my turn. And, it seems rude to play, then walk out, when others are waiting for their turn.
I was never a beer drinker. When I was 16 or so, I used to go to a bar across the river where the drinking age was 18, but they never carded anyone. I would buy a beer, hold it, and watch the band. Then, pour out the beer and go home. I played in bars, but never got into it for the drinks.
Signing up and waiting my turn is my issue too. I went last week to check it out and had a beer. Then after we played I had another beer to "support the pub" and the waitress. I home-brewed for years and got pretty good at it, but gave away two-thirds of my product. Since leaving engineering school, drinking beer (and alcohol in general) became low priorities.
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